Missing in Paradise

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
What makes up a lover is the colour of their own heart
What 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

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
What makes up a lover is the colour of their own heart
What 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

[Verse 3]
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

[Chorus]
What makes up a lover is the colour of their own heart
What 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