When the mystery is looking at you eye to eye
And it's listening to all the stories that made you cry
What's missing? Gone from that paradise...

What makes up a lover is the color of their own heart
What's wakes up another is the sound of a voice inside...
Of your heart...
Of your heart...
Of your heart...
Of your heart...
Of your heart...
Of your heart...
Of your heart...
Of your heart...

There's nothing left
Except for war and compromise
But the silence
Has got its grip on you and I...
What's missing? Gone from that paradise...

What makes up a lover is the color of their own heart
What's wakes up another is the sound of a voice inside...
Of your heart...
Of your heart...
Of your heart...
Of your heart...
Of your heart...
Of your heart...
Of your heart...
Of your heart...

I'm riding tough
Heading for the city
Tired of being something so soft and pretty
I tried and I tried but I can't keep going this way
This way...

What makes up a lover is the color of their own heart
What's wakes up another is the sound of a voice inside...
Of your heart...
Of your heart...
Of your heart...
Of your heart...
Of your heart...
Of your heart...
Of your heart...
Of your heart...