So there must be a way . . .
maybe some might say . . .
just a single ray of sunshine . . .
after a cold and pouring rain . . .
but isn't it all the same . . . 
this shameful crying game . . .
maybe a gray ray of hope . . .
perhaps a slice of zealous joy . . .
but that serious jealous love . . .
that crazy demon love . . .
just plays and plays . . .
still hopeful in that spiral haze . . .
twisted hearts might cope . . .
perhaps with all those shifting quantum kisses . . .
dreamy misses in the dark of night . . . 
yet perhaps just a ray of lifting light . . .
comes to gift our longing souls . . .
arrives to mend our broken hearts . . .
but finally somehow . . .
still striving someway . . .
yet we're still distant and far apart . . .
and mischievous love won't find us . . . 
grievous love just can't stay . . .
cruelly there is nobody . . . 
selfish but lonely anybody . . .
so don't get caught up in somebody . . .
risky love is never there . . .
dreamy love is rarely brave at all . . .
shake-off confusing mysterious love . . . 
for when we wake love just won't be there . . .
rakish love just never truly dares . . .
fake love just never really truly cares . . .