This Kind of Love - Bill Miller

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 presence in the early mornin'

I dream of you in the darkest night

You call to me without a warning

I see your face in the fires light

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 defenses fall

This kind of love it knows 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

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

This kind of love is without blame