i want old love the kind that takes years to turn to gold love burnished and seared on the high wire by rain wind and sun with the hard times forgiven and done i want old love the kind that seeps in it isn t cold love it s never brittle or thin it s the long kiss it s the curl of a sigh down a hallway in the middle of the night i want old love the kind that can see through the holes love that live underneath all our false cheer bravado and pride through the old fears we carry inside i want old love the kind that can say what it knows love and what it learned on the way in that one voice familiar and strange only old love remembers your name i want old love the kind that holds on when it s told love that all hope is gone against all odds wagers and prayers to the wall love to the furthest somewhere i want old love the kind that takes years to turn to gold love burnished and seared on the high wire by rain wind and sun with the hard times forgiven and done