I don't mind a secret, but I just wanna keep it
Buried in the backyard with my bones
Lying, soft and naked our bodies. overrated

tell each other 'You are not alone'

I don't really have a name for my love

Where I'm calling from

Read the morning paper, angry at the news

The stories and the news all point to madness
There's no way of knowing, but darling, I'm still
hoping that you and I can navigate the sadness


I don't really have a name for my love
Where I'm calling from


You don't stop, you don't quit
You just shut up and make the most of it


Filling up the moment
while the bombs are still exploding

Falling through the ether, unrelenting
I don't know about dying, I've wondered all my life
If, in the final moments, all's forgiven


I don't really have a name for my love
Where I'm calling from