There's a hole
In my soul
The piece that you stole
A piece that you stole
I see a trace
Of a smile on your face
When you put me second place
You put me second place

But I'll wait in this slum
For the love that's begun
I said I'll wait in this slum
Until you find yourself
Or I find myself

There's a hole
In my soul
The piece that you stole
A piece that you stole
I see a trace
Of a smile on your face
When you put me second place
You put me second place

I still love your heart
I still love your heart
You're a work of art
You're a work of art
But your crippled mind treats me so unkind
And my crippled mind treats you so unkind
I still love your heart
I still love your heart