And yes, I still believe in love
I still believe it’s there
It’s trembling out there somewhere in
the frosty winter air
Or trapped inside a mountain cave
from which it can’t escape
because it fell while running out
and gave its knee a scrape
Or floating on the raging sea
and looking for a light
to guide it safely home to shore
before it’s out of sight
Perhaps it’s on a city street
outside at a café
You didn’t hear it call your name
and hurried on your way
Perhap it’s somewhere crying for
it cannot find a heart
that seems to want to keep it and
not tell it to depart
So when we say we ‘look for love’
that happens to be true
I still believe it’s out there and
it’s looking for us too.
Beyond Panic 