This Kind of Love - Newton Faulkner, Mark Allaway, Darren Poole

With my hand and my feet up hard I can feel myself getting carried away

Look in my facetime in my way but I can’t dig it I’m looking away

And oh I know that this is crazy, neon board and signs up above

When I look in your eyes lately, there is no word for this kind of love

There is no word for this kind of love

Over a hundred texts a day and ninety per cent of them innocent

Checking my phone now just in case but I, I put it unlocked to be safe

And oh I know that this is crazy, neon board and signs up above

When I look in your eyes lately, there is no word for this kind of love

There is no word for this kind of love

I’m online, I am yours

Oh oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh oh oh

That is what I do, get a little bit close to you, no I can look but I can’t

touch

I think we should go our separate ways but I, I think this is all just a bit

too much

And oh I know that this is crazy, neon board and signs up above

When I look in your eyes lately, there is no word for this kind of love

There is no word for this kind of love

I’m online, I am yours

Oh oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh oh oh

I’m online, I am yours

Oh oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh oh oh