She found the records lying underneath the bed All the songs she used to sing All the songs she used to play All those words, those melodies And the promise of some kind of love And the promise of some kind of love
When we lose what we love Don't think anything will ever taste the same When we lose what we love Don't think anything will ever feel as good again Now I know how much the anger, however much the pain Destroy only enough that enough still remains of Some kind of love, some kind of love, some kind of love Some kind of love, some kind of love, some kind of love
The songs hadn't changed, every note just the same But she played them once again All those words, those melodies Like better days past and gone, leaving her behind With the promise of some kind of love
With the promise of some kind of love
When we lose what we love Don't think anything will ever taste the same When we lose what we love Don't think anything will ever feel as good again Now I know how much the anger, however much the pain Destroy only enough that enough still remains of Some kind of love, some kind of love, some kind of love Some kind of love, some kind of love, some kind of love Some kind of love
She put the records back in their place And straightened her dress, and wiped her face She closed and locked the door And left them lying on the floor And she sang Mmm, some kind of love, some kind of love Mmm, mmm, some kind of love, some kind of love Mmm, mmm, some kind of love, some kind of love