These golden ideals
Yes they come and go
But the wildest spirits
Spring up from the catacombs
To scratch and sting
I flatline
I wanna curse them demons
But the truth is that they're mine
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
Yeah we try, 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
No, love ain't the same
It could never be
Cause our arms take home stray limbs
These days just to get to sleep
Yeah we try, we try to make love
Yeah we try, we try to make love
We just try to make love
We just fuck
And love don't come
