Besedila: King Swamp. Some Kind Of Love.

Listen here the night is
singing,
Like a voltage through
the ground,
Bony white the
moonlight shining,
You could hold it in
your hand.

And the Devil wears a
rosebud,
Stands on the clifftop
by your side,
Get him on his sad
obsession,
He'll keep you talking
all through the night.
Talkin' bout,

Some kind of love,
Some kind of love,
Some kind of love,
Is there anybody out
there
Looking for a true
believer?

Passes through like
radiation,
Kill or cure it doesn't
care,
And it passes all
understanding,
Like the music of the
spheres.

Some kind of love,
Some kind of love,
Some kind of love,
Is there anybody out
there
Looking for a true
believer?

Press your wishes to
the wheel,
Feel the passion
burning,
Blood red and real.
Pray it lead you into
glory,
For ruin hurries close
behind,
Could be your new
discovered freedom
Or the spider in your
mind.

Some kind of love,
Some kind of love,
Some kind of love,
Is there anybody out
there
Looking for a true
believer?