Field Medic - Love Don't Come lyrics

Kevin Patrick Sullivan

[Field Medic - Love Don't Come lyrics]

These golden ideals yes they come and go
But the wildest spirit's
Spring up from the catacombs
To scratch and sting i flatline
I wanna curse them demons
But the truth is that they're mine

No love ain't the same it could never be
Cause our arms take home stray limbs
These days just to get to sleep
We try to make love but love don't come

Sweet virtue virtue gone out the door
And down the hall left me lying on a pillow
Casting shadows on the wall
I could've never seen myself
So eager to dissolve
When I was just a dreamer before the alcohol
Before the fall

We try to make love we just fuck


And love don't come

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