Kind of Love Songtext
von The Correspondents
Kind of Love Songtext
An open road, foot to the floor
Kind of love
A cutters to the cage, flight of the dove kind of love
Cliche fulfilled, candle lit
You spin around to some poppy shit
I think this is it. This is it
Watching your drunken stepped pirouettes
Made me think a thought I haven′t thought of yet:
I have no regrets. No regrets
Kind of love
A cutters to the cage, flight of the dove kind of love
Cliche fulfilled, candle lit
You spin around to some poppy shit
I think this is it. This is it
Watching your drunken stepped pirouettes
Made me think a thought I haven′t thought of yet:
I have no regrets. No regrets
Writer(s): Ian Bruce, Tim Cole Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
