Did you find the answer, have you heard enough Did I say too little, did I think too much Is it written or did you just make it up Are we flying, are we falling, are we calling it love? Am I another home you lost in the flood Are you the thirst that I've been dying of And are you the only living thing that I will ever touch Is this old religion, are we calling it love? Did you find the attic that was boarded shut Sweep out the ghosts into the foothills made of dust Did you make a cave where we can both get stuck Can we hide out there for days and then can we call it love? Nothing changes but the paint on the bus We stay up too late, we drink too much Oh everybody wants to live like us But we're swimming in circles and we're calling it love We're swimming in circles and we're calling it love