Текст песни
There's a hole where my heart should be. And baby, only you can fill this emptiness in Me. There's a hole where my heart should be. So baby, wrap it up, pack it up, Bring your loving back. Every time that we're apart, I close my eyes and I, I can't help Think of you. And girl, unless you're in my arms, It's just not feeling right. The telephone won't do. This distance is killing me. It just won't let me be. And just the thought of you, girl, Can make me weak. I feel so incomplete. There's a hole where my heart should be. And baby, only you can fill this emptiness in Me. There's a hole where my heart should be. So baby, wrap it up and pack it up And bring your loving back. I'm looking at your photograph, Yeah. I dream I'm holding you. I dream I'm kissing you. But girl, your picture never kisses back, Kisses back. It's just not good enough. I need your human touch. Now everyone can see what's missing here in me. And just the thought of you, girl, Can make me weak. I feel so Incomplete. There's my heart should be. And baby, only you can fill this emptiness in Me. There's a hole where my heart should be. So baby, wrap it up and pack it up And bring your loving back to me. Girl, I'm a million miles from heaven. I'm really missing you. And heaven is wherever you Are. I need you to feel alive Again. Oh, there's a hole where my heart should be. There's a hole where my heart baby, only you Can fill this emptiness in me. There's hole where my heart should be. There is a hole where my heart wrap it Up and pack it up and bring your loving Back. There's hole where my heart should be. Every time that we're apart. And baby, only can fill this emptiness in me. There's a hole where my heart should be. Around my heart. So baby, wrap it up and pack it up And bring your loving back to me.
Bosson — Hole In My Heart
«Hole In My Heart» — Bosson. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:00. Жанр — Поп.
