I'm fairly sure we won't be lovers And we make pretty awful friends But somewhere along the way our souls intertwined And it looks like it'll be that way 'til the end I don't know what you'd call it I don't think they've even invented the word To call it love is too generic That's for greeting cards, and puppy dogs, and telephone goodbyes This is something more specific The kind of thing that keeps on going after we die I don't know what you'd call it I don't know what you'd call it I don't think they've even invented the word They may never understand They just slide us down whatever slot is easiest to fit us in I admit at first I did that myself Before I knew that some things... are bigger than words For me, it's kind of strange To connect this way and no other way Zooming out gets us closer If I'd known that at first I could have saved myself some pain I don't know what you'd call it I don't know what you'd call it I don't think they've even invented the word Invented the word Invented the word