I've heard rumors there is more If we venture to the source It will phantom every meager thing To which our hearts are sworn And they say "shelter's in the fold" And "there's risk in chasing after truth" But those souls are cynic-sick They think that we have much to lose This is all just sound and fury Product and sum of faulty yearning The harlot life I hold closely A senseless refrain of lust and longing And I have only ever known The shadows and reflections The temporal and contingent If this isn't love (If this isn't love) It's the closest thing that I have ever known Am I to let go? (Am I to let go?) 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 everything 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