I've [bad word] there is more.
If we venture to the source
It will phantom everything every meager thing to which our hearts are sworn

And they say "shelter's in the fold" and "there's risk in chasing after [bad word] 
But those souls are just cynics
if they claim that we have much to lose.
This is all just sound and fury
Product and sum of lust and yearning
The Harlot life
I hold closely
senseless refrain of lust and longing

And I have only ever known the shadows and reflections
The temportal and contingent

If this isn't love it's the closest thing that I have ever known.
Even if it's false, at least it feels like hope.

Could love be more than feeling
and second hand romance I salvage from hearts as dark and damaged..?
Could it be someone who gave up everthing to show that I am fallen but worth the scars it took to prove that this is love?
this is all I'll ever need.

This is love
Oh, this is love