So I guess I'm saying it seems,
That no, it's not by my dreams,
that from my reading of the scenes--
You've still got feelings for me

And I know how you'll say say say
It's only a crush of May,
And that surely we must delay--
Wait for your permanent gay

But I'm sure you must know know know
That the wind will never not blow
That it will shake you to and fro
And will never let you go

Yes, you could wait for Tomorrow
And try so hard to swallow
The feels you feel, my Great Sorrow,
But one day you'll have to go

And follow the gales where they blow
Into the caverns below
And shine the light you dare not show,
And from that you'll surely grow.

I just hope it won't be alone.