I don't mind a secret, but I just wanna keep itnBuried in the backyard with my bonesnLying, soft and naked our bodies. overrated ntell each other 'You are not alone'nnI don't really have a name for my lovenWhere I'm calling fromnnRead the morning paper, angry at the newsnThe stories and the news all point to madnessnThere's no way of knowing, but darling, I'm stillnhoping that you and I can navigate the sadnessnnI don't really have a name for my lovenWhere I'm calling fromnnYou don't stop, you don't quitnYou just shut up and make the most of itnnFilling up the momentnwhile the bombs are still explodingnFalling through the ether, unrelentingnI don't know about dying, I've wondered all my lifenIf, in the final moments, all's forgivennnI don't really have a name for my lovenWhere I'm calling from