Raised outside the city, came up in the void
Needed something sacred, wanted to destroy
Heard you in my headphones, slipped you my address
Call the doctor, dig me outta this mess

Tuned it down to C, turned the amp to 10
A basement of our own, a mission to begin
You and me, strings and a melody
It took a little while, but now I see it's

Love
Love

Calling card is empty, sleeping in the van
But things are looking better, we're only down a grand
Been to every state from New York to insane
If I turn up any louder, I won't know my own name
What's

Love
Love

We can be young, and we can be old
As long as we have each other to hold
And we can be rough, and we can be smooth
There's nothing to hide and nothing to prove

Love
Love

Tired of being told that this should be the end
But fighting is the fuel and anger is a friend
There's nothing more frightening and nothing more obscene
Than a well-worn body demanding to be seen
Fuck

Love
Love

Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love