Bill Miller This Kind Of Love
You speak to me through a broken window You are alive in an old oak tree You hold me close when the winter wind blows I hear your footsteps on the street I feel your prsence in the early mornin' I dream of you in the darkest nite You call to me without a warning I see your face in the fires lite This kind of love you cannot hold This kind of love it has no shame This kind of love is never old This kind of love you cannot hold This kind of love you cannot tame You found a way through all my secrets And made my proud defences fall This kind of love it has no distance This kind of love it knows no walls This kind of love you cannot hold This kind of love it has no shame This kind of love is never old This kind of love you cannot hold This kind of love you cannot tame Repeat: This kind of love is without blame
