That Kind of Love - Low Island

I can’t be there at the moment

The smell of the air and choking

Don’t mess around, I can’t speak, I can’t make a sound

You show your hand, you can’t do any more than that

You show your hand, you can’t do any more than that

You may never find that kind of love

You may never find that kind of love

You may never find that kind of love

You may never find that kind of love again

That kind of love again

That kind of love

Is this what you really wanted?

If you turn your back, you deserve it

All of that time gone in a blink of an eye

You show your hand, you can’t do any more than that

You show your hand, you can’t do any more than that

You may never find that kind of love

You may never find that kind of love

You may never find that kind of love

You may never find that kind of love again

That kind of love again

That kind of love

You may never find that kind of love

You may never find that kind of love

You may never find that kind of love

You may never find that kind of love again

That kind of love again

That kind of love again

That kind of love again

That kind of love