(I just called to say)
I got your message the other day,
Passed it down the alleyway,
Slid inside the cracks in the woods.

(I, just, called, to say)
(I, just, called, to say)

(I just called to say)
I got your message the other day,
I found a nest under my sleeve.
Uncovered it and scratched till I bled.

Was it all a plan for me,
To bury skin under the seam?
(It’s love! It’s love!)
Was it all a plan for me,
(It’s love! It’s love!)
To bury skin under the seam?
(It’s love! It’s love!)
Was it all a plan for me?
(It’s love! It’s love!)

(I, just, called, to say!)
(I, just, called, to say!)
(I, just, called, to say!)
(I, just, called, to say!)

I’m a whisper in the wind
(It’s love, it’s love, it’s love)
And you’re a [bad word] tree
(It’s love, it’s love, it’s love)
I’m gonna blow your leaves!
(It’s love, it’s love, it’s love)
I’m gonna blow your leaves!