There's a hollow pain in my chest where my heart ought to be
Rainy days aren't all that charming anymore
On cold winter nights sitting by a fire side,
Near me is where you ought to be.
Should I consider this love?
This madness, this, this insanity?
For never once has it happened before
That love ought to inspire me.
There's a twinkle in your eyes,
A passion that hasn't died.
There's a spark in my heart,
An unsettling electricity in the dark.
Champagne doesn't thrill me,
Sinatra once spoke of it.
Cosumed by indolentia,
You are the ultimate kick.