Good Love - The Maine

Tossing coins down the wishing well

Don’t fall in now, it leads straight to Hell

I need you closer, need you beside me

Good Love will find me, Good Love will find me

The coffee’s cold and it still works cold

So do the highs but you always end up alone

So no more lying and no more fighting

Good Love will find me

Good Love will find me

Tossing coins down the wishing well

Don’t fall in now, it leads straight to Hell

I see the fire, it’s almost blinding

Come out and find me, come out and find me

So fuck your coins and I wish you well

(Ahhh it feels good, don’t it?)

Good Love will find me