|  |  |  |  | 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      |  |  |  | | |  |  |  | (x2) 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  Mmm mmm some kind of love some kind of love  Mmm mmm mmm mmm some kind of love some kind of love  Mmm mmm mmm mmm some kind of love some kind of love

Du même artiste

I'm No Angel

I'm No Angel

Afraid to Sleep

Afraid to Sleep

Look No Further

Look No Further

Stoned

Stoned

Don't Think Of Me

Don't Think Of Me

Don't Believe In Love

Don't Believe In Love

Take You Home

Take You Home

Everything To Lose

Everything To Lose

Let's Do The Things We Normally Do

Let's Do The Things We Normally Do

Smalltown Boy

Smalltown Boy

Couverture du livre Ultra intelligence

À propos de la chanson

La chanson évoque la nostalgie et la douleur de la perte. Elle parle d'une femme qui redécouvre des souvenirs à travers des chansons qu’elle aimait, des mélodies qui lui rappellent des moments passés. Ces souvenirs, bien qu'agréables, sont mélancoliques, car ils font ressortir l'absence de ce qu'elle chérissait. Elle réalise que rien ne sera jamais comme avant et que, même si la colère et la souffrance peuvent détruire, il reste toujours une forme d'amour, malgré tout. Le contexte semble tourner autour de la réflexion sur ce qu'on perd et comment cela façonne notre perception de l'amour et des souvenirs. Cela nous rappelle que même dans la douleur, il existe une promesse d'amour, une trace de ce que nous avons vécu.