Yea... it hurts sometimes
Yea..  it even makes me miserable sometimes
Don't worry about that

Because thats love
Even at its best
Its always going to hurt
And make us miserable

From time to time

When we're miles apart
Or sleeping in the same bed

Love is so good sometimes
That it makes us sick
Until our chest hurts
And our souls are miserable
And thats when we know
We have love
At its very best

So when I'm hurt and miserable
From thinking
And longing
And dreaming
About you
Its only because
I have found love
*Love at its very best