John Moreland – Old Wounds (Big Bad Luv Album)

Love’s a violent word, don’t you forget it
Can you take away the mess, that’s been building in my chest
Drowning out the song I used to hear

But I got the hope you let me hold
So don’t forget to love me in damnation
I ain’t saying that you ever could
So don’t forget to love me in damnation
So let them judge and shove us under
And I’m all your oldest fears, the black mark on last year
I was crying out your name
I wanna learn to disappear
For the living I have earned on love gone wrong
And let them do the devil’s work
Let them calculate the crimes in all our broken rhymes

And we’ll open up old wounds in celebration
And we’ll open up old wounds in celebration
I wanna fall asleep forever
If we don’t bleed, it don’t feel like a song
But let us find the heaven following the hurt

For the living I have earned on love gone wrong
You got your honest intuition
You got your cigarette smoke
Remember when we used to feel so good
If we don’t bleed, it don’t feel like a song
I’ve seen my seasons change