There's an old violin
That rests beneath my chin
Worn out by the minor key
And the music keeps playing
When you come around
But there is no sound to hear
Cause we both know
How to play
In that old composition
We both know
How to slip
Into those old positions
So I'm closing that anthem
To write a new sheet
With a new kind of rhythm
And a new kind of beat
This time I will play conductor
And you will take a seat
Cause it's an old kind of love that
I don't care to repeat
Please don't get me wrong
I'd never mean you any harm
But you must accept in this moment
I'm taking back what's mine
There's an old photograph
A token from the past
Resting on the mantlepiece
And the beauty of that night
Is framed in full sight
For fading memories
Cause we both know
How to smile and pose
For that old camera
We both know
What the lens would never
Dare to capture
So I'm closing that album
To find a new scene
In a new destination
With a new kind of theme
This time I will take the photographs
And you will take your leave
Cause it's an old kind of love that
I don't care to repeat
Please don't get me wrong
I know you didn't mean any harm
But you must accept in this moment
I'm taking back what's mine
What's mine
There's an old kind of love
A memory of what was
And how things used to be
Let's not go back to perpetuating past
And repainting history