Lyrics This Kind of Love - Newton Faulkner, Mark Allaway, Darren Poole

This Kind of Love

With my hand and my feet up hard I can feel myself getting carried away
Look in my facetime in my way but I can’t dig it I’m looking away
And oh I know that this is crazy, neon board and signs up above
When I look in your eyes lately, there is no word for this kind of love
There is no word for this kind of love
Over a hundred texts a day and ninety per cent of them innocent
Checking my phone now just in case but I, I put it unlocked to be safe
And oh I know that this is crazy, neon board and signs up above
When I look in your eyes lately, there is no word for this kind of love
There is no word for this kind of love
I’m online, I am yours
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
That is what I do, get a little bit close to you, no I can look but I can’t
touch
I think we should go our separate ways but I, I think this is all just a bit
too much
And oh I know that this is crazy, neon board and signs up above
When I look in your eyes lately, there is no word for this kind of love
There is no word for this kind of love
I’m online, I am yours
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
I’m online, I am yours
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh