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 out of this mess
Tuned it down to C
Turned the amp to ten
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

Done with being told
That this should be the end
But fighting is the fuel
And anger is a friend
There's nothing more threatening
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

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Writer(s): Carrie Brownstein, Corin Tucker, Janet Weiss