Letra de «Hide His Heart»
It's like a foreign movie where the lights are dim
He's in love with her, but she can't see him.
It makes him sometimes feel like he don't exist
But the memories linger of the times they kissed.
He still loves her and it's tearing him apart And he don't know whether to hide his heart.
It's like a book he read that Jane Austen wrote When she's near his heart starts bumping inside his Throat Well he's a wounded man and a suffering fool But love is mercurial and life is cruel.
He loves her and it's tearing him apart And he don't know whether to hide his heart. He don't know whether to hide his heart.
And when he drives past the Tower of London Or walks down the Champs Elysees Or has lunch with Jackie Onassis His mind is a million miles away He feels so tres deshabille
He loves her he loves her And it's tearing him apart. He don't know whether to hide his heart. He don't know whether to hide his heart.
So now she's found somebody that she loves more And he's an outtake on the cutting room floor. She's an actress who has quit the stage He's a mystery novel with a torn out page
She is leaving and it's tearing him apart He don't know whether to hide his heart. He don't know whether to hide his heart. He don't know whether to hide his heart.
She makes him feel so ordure blanc.
He still loves her and it's tearing him apart And he don't know whether to hide his heart.
It's like a book he read that Jane Austen wrote When she's near his heart starts bumping inside his Throat Well he's a wounded man and a suffering fool But love is mercurial and life is cruel.
He loves her and it's tearing him apart And he don't know whether to hide his heart. He don't know whether to hide his heart.
And when he drives past the Tower of London Or walks down the Champs Elysees Or has lunch with Jackie Onassis His mind is a million miles away He feels so tres deshabille
He loves her he loves her And it's tearing him apart. He don't know whether to hide his heart. He don't know whether to hide his heart.
So now she's found somebody that she loves more And he's an outtake on the cutting room floor. She's an actress who has quit the stage He's a mystery novel with a torn out page
She is leaving and it's tearing him apart He don't know whether to hide his heart. He don't know whether to hide his heart. He don't know whether to hide his heart.
She makes him feel so ordure blanc.
