I'm fairly sure we won't be lovers
And we make pretty awful friends
But somewhere along the way our souls intertwined
And it looks like it'll be that way 'til the end

I don't know what you'd call it
I don't think they've even invented the word

To call it love is too generic
That's for greeting cards, and puppy dogs, and telephone goodbyes
This is something more specific
The kind of thing that keeps on going after we die

I don't know what you'd call it
I don't know what you'd call it
I don't think they've even invented the word

They may never understand
They just slide us down whatever slot is easiest to fit us in
I admit at first I did that myself
Before I knew that some things... Are bigger than words

For me, it's kind of strange
To connect this way and no other way
Zooming out gets us closer
If I'd known that at first I could have saved myself some pain

I don't know what you'd call it
I don't know what you'd call it
I don't think they've even invented the word
Invented the word
Invented the word