Pools of heat we play in whenever,
A Love so grand an endeavor
But romance is dead forever
Where is it found and how do we follow?
In truth we’re only left to wallow
Because romance is dead forever.
Let us and me and you scorn them,
The rulers we believe condemn,
But no more are they worthy of attention
Because romance is dead forever.
If it shows only dark and dreary endings,
Why must we keep going on pretending?
While why is only a question
And time is only a piece
I hope to give a suggestion
That without a love forever
We float a little higher, little longer
In our own, worthwhile release