So you caught a glimpse of someone you once knew And you seem to be grappling with the one mad truth And it doesn’t make anything right; you know you must give up the fight Love is a forlorn idea… fading into the light. So you walked back to an empty home and a cold hearth And you walk the space with leaden limbs & a star crossed heart And you long for that one touch, to know someone cared a bit (just that much) Love is a forlorn idea… almost within reach each time, never quite as such. So you go through the motions of life everyday like nothing’s wrong And you smile, laugh, crack a joke where in the day the wit belongs Yet you wish your emotions soar, that your life be so much more Love is a forlorn idea… teases you with dubious odds that the mind bore. So you hoped that something better would come along Wouldn’t you believe that this is all; all in the life to which you belong? But it doesn’t make anything right; you know you must give up the fight Love is a forlorn idea… fading into the light.