The Kind - Shearwater

Baby, hands in your lap

You touch your wounds so much they’ll never heal

I fear you’ll turn your back

On just the kind of love you really need, well

It’s just the kind

It’s just the kind you need to feel

Baby, I love your laugh

And every word you say, it’s dire and dear

But, «Cut the crap, you’re still alive»

It’s just the kind of thing you really need, well

It’s just the kind

It’s just the kind

It’s just the kind you need to hear