Baby, your words don't have that feeling any more,
Every time you hold me in your arms, it seems we're miles apart.
Am I the one you're holding in your heart?
There's something missing in the way your lips touch mine.
Baby, I miss the flame that came with every kiss.
Is it only my imagination at play
That tells me that there is someone new,
Or must I really go on missing you?
Is it only my imagination at play
That tells me that there is someone new,
Or must I really go on missing you?
