Love of Another Kind - Steve Hackett

The joint was jumping all the time

Something running through my mind

There was a pretty face on the floor

I stood there wondering if I could score

She said:

Too many people knocking on my door

When I answer they still want more

You look different from the other guys

A love of another kind

I walked her home, we talked all night

I never noticed the morning light

Maybe I changed, I can’t quite say

I had to see her for another day

She said:

Too many people knocking on my door

When I answer they still want more

You look different from the other guys

A love of another kind

Now I see that girl all the time

Just to know she is mine

Can’t you see that I’m a changed man

I see that girl whenever I can

She said:

Too many people knocking on my door

When I answer they still want more

You look different from the other guys

A love of another kind