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.
Don't burn your bridges.
