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[attr="class","holehart1"]  [attr="class","holehart2"]THERE'S A HOLE IN MY HEART THAT CAN ONLY BE FILLED BY YOU |
Life's ambitions occupy my time. Priorities confuse the mind. Happiness one step behind: this inner peace I've yet to find. Rivers flow into the sea, yet even the sea's not so full of me. If I'm not blind, why can't I see that a circle can't fit where a square should be? There's a hole in my heart that can only be filled by you, and this whole in my heart can't be filled with the things I do. Hole hearted, hole hearted. This heart of stone is where I hide. These feet of clay keep warm inside. Day by day – less satisfied, now fade away before I die. Rivers flow into the sea, yet even the sea's not so full of me. If I'm not blind, why can't I see that a circle can't fit where a square should be? There's a hole in my heart that can only be filled by you, and this hole in my heart can't be filled with the things I do. There's a hole in my heart that can only be filled by you. Should have known from the start I'd fall short with the things I do. Hole hearted, hole hearted, hole hearted, hole hearted, hole hearted, hole hearted.
Life's ambitions occupy my time. Priorities confuse the mind. Happiness one step behind: this inner peace I've yet to find. Rivers flow into the sea, yet even the sea's not so full of me. If I'm not blind, why can't I see that a circle can't fit where a square should be? There's a hole in my heart that can only be filled by you, and this whole in my heart can't be filled with the things I do. Hole hearted, hole hearted. This heart of stone is where I hide. These feet of clay keep warm inside. Day by day – less satisfied, now fade away before I die. Rivers flow into the sea, yet even the sea's not so full of me. If I'm not blind, why can't I see that a circle can't fit where a square should be? There's a hole in my heart that can only be filled by you, and this hole in my heart can't be filled with the things I do. There's a hole in my heart that can only be filled by you. Should have known from the start I'd fall short with the things I do. Hole hearted, hole hearted, hole hearted, hole hearted, hole hearted, hole hearted.
Life's ambitions occupy my time. Priorities confuse the mind. Happiness one step behind: this inner peace I've yet to find. Rivers flow into the sea, yet even the sea's not so full of me. If I'm not blind, why can't I see that a circle can't fit where a square should be? There's a hole in my heart that can only be filled by you, and this whole in my heart can't be filled with the things I do. Hole hearted, hole hearted. This heart of stone is where I hide. These feet of clay keep warm inside. Day by day – less satisfied, now fade away before I die. Rivers flow into the sea, yet even the sea's not so full of me. If I'm not blind, why can't I see that a circle can't fit where a square should be? There's a hole in my heart that can only be filled by you, and this hole in my heart can't be filled with the things I do. There's a hole in my heart that can only be filled by you. Should have known from the start I'd fall short with the things I do. Hole hearted, hole hearted, hole hearted, hole hearted, hole hearted, hole hearted.
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