Modern Love Engine

{bright jangly

guitar

riff with warm Rhodes chords} {driving indie-pop groove building} I

think that you're killer with your floppy hair,

Take me out to dinner,

you know you can take me anywhere!

And all of my girlfriends roll their eyes,

And tell me to take it slow this time...

But I got a feelin' wounds are healin',

talkin' on the phone,

I know everybody changes,

but I hope that we don't!

Carve our names into the car seat leather,

You plus me equals a heart forever!

I like your big sister,

she has your same face,

And I tried to win her over with my cynical humor and

yacht rock music taste!

And all my ex-boyfriends have heard these lines— (Let's get married when

we're twenty-five!) But I like you better by a million times!

And I got a feelin' wounds are healin',

talkin' on the phone,

I know everybody changes,

but I hope that we don't!

Carve our names into the car seat leather!

You plus me equals a heart forever!

So buy me silver jewelry and all my favorite Cadbury,

And tell me yet again 'bout when we met and what you

thought of me! Sometimes I get overwhelmed and way too far ahead

of myself, I often get the feeling that I'll never want somebody

else! They say modern love's a cruel endeavor (they say it's cruel),

And to that I say: "Fuck it,

whatever!"

Purple eyeshadow gleaming in the car dashboard light,

Nothing can touch us,

everything's right. Still twenty-two,

still holding the thread,

Living the truth of the words that we said!

And ever and ever and ever...

A heart forever, oh!

Forever and ever and ever,

oh!

Absolute sovereignty. Absolute modern love.

Tara, Captain Quinn, and the hyper-tuned crew.

{sunlit independent guitar chord fading into warm breeze}