| The sunlight, no sound |
| Seek shade until we touch the ground |
| Rough night, hard flown |
| Gotta promise you an open door |
| List out, call lubes |
| Can’t remember walking back with you |
| Skin burns, blood foams |
| Now we’ve got a place to call our own |
| This modern love |
| Was always gonna fade away |
| This modern love |
| And now we’re gonna start again |
| This modern love |
| This modern love |
| Oh, oh, I can hear you calling out |
| Oh, oh, echoes of a distant sound |
| Still high, for now |
| Walk woman, try to figure it out |
| Heart beats so slow |
| Now we’re living in the afterglow |
| This modern love |
| Was always gonna fade away |
| This modern love |
| And now we’re gonna start again |
| This modern love |
| This modern love |
| Oh, oh, I can hear you calling out |
| Oh, oh, echoes of a distant sound |
| I just wanna stay strong |
| Been waiting for your love so long |
| I just wanna stay strong |
| Been waiting for your touch |
| Oh, oh, I can hear you calling out |
| Oh, oh, echoes of a distant sound |
| This modern love |
| Was always gonna fade away |
| This modern love |
| And now we’re gonna start again |
| This modern love |
| This modern love |
| Oh, oh, I can hear you calling out |
| Oh, oh, echoes of a distant sound |