Mary Chapin Carpenter Old Love lyrics

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 yet 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.