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 when 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

Mmmm, some kind of love

Some kind of love, mmmm

Mmmm, some kind of love

Some kind of love, mmmm

Mmmm, some kind of love

Some kind of love.