I’m a man mining iron-ore,
my love for you is critically cored,
I never thought our love would become such a chore.
This lonely park, here I sit in the dark.
our outcome is stark, I still have light in my heart,
but no one can save our day, not even Tony Stark.
Content with our love swaying on the shore,
like a farmer wanting crops and nothing more.
I know we’ve been on an unstable tour,
I want to base our love on a little bit more,
where is my missing amor?