It's often true my expectations get the best of me

Always expect things to be more than they turn out to be

I call it hope but perhaps I'm guilty of naivety

The evidence is that things are less

Than ideally I'd like them to be

Still I can't help thinking somehow I've got something wrong

What do I think of love

Will there ever be enough

What if it's not the thing I think it is

And if I carry on like this

I'll never know what love is

Not love like love is meant to be

I often wonder if love's not about monogamy

And if I'd find it at it most real in community

That would change things, not least who I think I should be

The evidence suggest that I think it's less

Than all it's actually meant to be

I can't help thinking somehow I see it all wrong

What do I think of love

Will there ever be enough

What if it's not the thing I think it is

And if I carry on like this

I'll never know what love is

Not love like love it is meant to be

It's easy to see

How I got it wrong

It's how its perceived in every film and song

I guess it's up to me if I sing along

Is this love like loves meant to be

What do I think of love

Will there ever be enough

What if it's not the thing I think it is

And if I carry on like this

I'll never know what love is

Not love like love it is meant to be