Lyrics

I want to bound us to this one now And we'll do We'll do a few of the poppy numbers and then I think they all had enough really (And me) I think I'm gonna flog it out I didn't know where I was the song before last Think it was some Greek mental angel or so I don't know Anyway this is A kind of love Everybody, come on If I had another life And not the one I'm in I'd reach down into my soul And find a little love within I'd emerge as someone new Dressed in another skin Be someone who wants something morе And not the fool I've been I look into your eyеs to see what I can see But I only see a paper face staring back at me Only you can understand what love is meant to be And it's a strange thing, undoubtedly It's a kind of love, this strange thing that we have It's a kind of love, a kind of going mad It's sometimes good, but never truly bad It's a kind of love, this strange that we have And in the night, when sleep won't come for free A laughing dancing clown In dreams that torment me And there you are again That photo in my pocket It's a madness in my mind And I don't know how to stop it We meet in shadows after dark we run down endless streets Black serpents at my back I never get to sleep Red roses falling from the sky landing at my feet But they turn to thorns and only make me bleed It's a kind of love, this strange thing that we have It's a kind of love, a kind of going mad And it's sometimes good, but never truly bad It's a kind of love, this strange that we have I keep a little memory of how it used to be A bit your life in my hands from days when you loved me Only you can understand what love is meant to be And it's a strange thing, undoubtedly (sing it to me) It's a kind of love, who ooh ho It's a kind of love, who ooh ho It's a kind of love, who ooh ho It's a kind of love, who ooh ho (everybody, come on) It's a kind of love, who ooh ho It's a kind of love, who ooh ho It's a kind of love, who ooh ho It's a kind of love, who ooh ho It's a kind of love, this strange thing that we have It's a kind of love, a kind of going mad It's sometimes good, but never truly bad It's a kind of love, this strange thing, strange thing that we have Strange thing, strange thing that we have