Love Comes to Me

In Iceland, there were string arrangements by my cousin Ryder McNair And also by Nico Muley, who's here this weekend It's nice to play this song in his presence When the numbers get so high Of the dead flying through the sky Oh, I, I don't know why Love comes to me Love comes to me When your mouth is laying ope Your head knocked back, and you don't cope You're out of rings and flowers and soap Love comes to me Love comes to me Love comes to me Love comes and goes It's my hands, it's my heart, and it's my lips And that is all Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah And when that fever hits your forehead And intrusive mice, they come and chew up your bed And you call on God But you find, of course, that God is dead Well, love comes then to you Yes, love comes to you Oh, my sugar won't you be my only? 'Cause I'm a hard-hearted honey-pot hungry shepherd And I'm longing to be born for you, that's Her Love comes to you Love comes and all It's your hands, it's your heart, it's your lip And that is all, yeah In the nighttime when you feel me On the backs of your knees, they conceal me Oh, and your eyeballs, how they are unreal me Love comes once again to me Yes, I think love comes oh-oh me