Perhaps it’s the times we live in, but on “Love,” Lana Del Rey sounds like she's been hit with a new sense of perspective. “Look at you kids with your vintage music/You're part of the past, but now you’re the future,” she sings over Born To Die era strings, talking up a generation disillusioned. Over the course of three albums, Del Rey has used American pastiche to discuss the truly chronic parts of love: the addiction, its deception, and the fleeting transaction. Historically, she’s nailed the art of channeling Don Draper, dosing on and off in a post-coital dream, imagining a reality less bound for destruction. Until now.

Del Rey has decided to name a song after the emotion that drives her, and she’s not wasting the opportunity. “Love” is an ode to allowing yourself to feel. Here, she reassures a listener that the feeling can still lift, that love can still conquer. “It doesn't matter if I’m not enough, for the future for the things to come,” she coos, before employing a winking nod to the Beach Boys’ “Don’t Worry Baby.” For years, Del Rey has been an icon as ultimately fruitless to solve as a Rubik’s Cube, but now, with “Love,” she’s turning ideas into action.