The Correspondents - Kind of Love lyrics

An open road, foot to the floor Kind of love A cutters to the cage, flight of the dove kind of love An open road, foot to the floor Kind of love A cutters to the cage, flight of the dove kind of love Cliche fulfilled, candle lit You spin around to some poppy sh** I think this is it. This is it. Watching your drunken stepped pirouettes Made me think a thought I haven't thought of yet: I have no regrets. No regrets An open road, foot to the floor Kind of love A cutters to the cage, flight of the dove kind of love An open road, foot to the floor Kind of love A cutters to the cage, flight of the dove kind of love An open road, foot to the floor Kind of love A cutters to the cage, flight of the dove kind of love