You ever hear the story of Mr. faded glory?
Say, `He who rides a pony must someday fall.`
I was talking to my alter.
Says life is what you make it and if you make it death.
Well, rest your soul away. Away. Away.
It`s a broken kind of feeling.
She`ll have to tie me to the ceiling.
A bad moon`s coming better say your prayers.
I want to tell you that I love you. But does it really matter?
I just can`t stand to see you dragging down again. Again. Again, yeah.
So I`m singing and this is my kind of love.
It`s the kind that moves on.
It`s the kind that leaves you alone. Yeah.
Oh, this is my kind of love.
It`s the kind that moves on.
It`s the kind that leaves me alone.
I used to treat you like a lady.
Now you`re my substitute teacher.
This bottle`s not a pretty, not a pretty sight.
I owe a man some money so I`m turning over, honey.
Ah, Mr. faded glory is once again doing time. Oh yeah.
This is my kind of love.
It`s the kind that moves on.
It`s the kind that leaves me alone. Yeah.
This is my kind of love.
It`s the kind that moves on.
It`s the kind that, it`s the kind that, leaves me alone. Yeah.
Like a crown of thorns it`s all who you know.
So don`t burn your bridges because someday yeah.
So I`m singing this is my kind of love.
It`s the kind that moves on.
It`s the kind that leaves me alone. Yeah.
Oh, this is my kind of love.
It`s the kind that moves on.
It`s the kind that leaves me alone.