Love

You were born the eldest son of a curse that turned you lame

You said the spirit was in me and I— sure, it shared your name

Bobby lit the woods up with it

His honey turned to rage

He said he'd murdered a man like this

But he lit my room like a stage

Oh, love

Oh, love

Oh, love

Oh, love

I was born the eldest daughter of a curse that turned you lame

I know the spirit is in me and I dare you to say his name

Ah, Bobby lights the woods up with it

Your honey turns to rage

I know you’ve murdered a man this way, it

It lights my room like a stage

Oh, love

Oh, love

Oh, love

Oh, love

Away with me

Away

Away with me

Away

Away with me

Away

Away with me

Away

Oh, love

Oh, love

Oh, love

Oh, love

Oh, love

Oh, love

Oh, love

Oh, love

Oh, love

Oh, love