There’s something missing in the way you say hello,Baby, your words don’t have that feeling any more,Every time you hold me in your arms,It seems we’re miles apart.Am I the one you’re holding in your heart? There’s something missing in the way your lips touch mine.Baby, I miss the flame that came with every kiss.Is it only my imagination at playThat tells me that there is someone new,Or must I really go on missing you? <musical interlude>Is it only my imagination at playThat tells me that there is someone new,Or must I really go on missing you?