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