[Verse 1: Jordan Ireland]
One, two, three, four
Love
It’s the air in your mother’s lungs
When her fathers tore her fences down
Plastic bags and the panadol was out

[Verse 2: Jordan Ireland]
Love
Was a sold Gibson 335
And your father’s dream died that night
Just to keep that electricity on

[Chorus: Jordan Ireland]
And it’s the darkest side of my heart that dies when you come to me
And it’s the golden ticket I win when you kill my enemies
I hear the farthest cry and the softest sigh when I’m empty
But if you leave me I’ll hide in a game like SimCity

Oh when I die I’m alive
And when I lose I find
My identity

[Verse 3: Bree Tranter]
Son
If I died on my bedroom floor
Would you cry on your bedroom floor?
And tattoo my name underneath your arm