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 more
And not the fool I've been
I look into your eyes 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 thing 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
But 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
It's sometimes good, but never truly bad
It's a kind of love, this strange thing that we have
I keep a little memory of how it used to be
A bit of 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
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
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 more
And not the fool I've been
I look into your eyes 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 thing 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
But 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
It's sometimes good, but never truly bad
It's a kind of love, this strange thing that we have
I keep a little memory of how it used to be
A bit of 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
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
Marc Almond -
Hits And Pieces – The Best Of Marc Almond And Soft Cell
2017
Marc Almond - The Making Of 'A Kind Of Love'
