Frank Sinatra — Theres Something Missing

There's something missing in the way you say hello, baby Your words don't have that feeling anymore 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 play That tells me that there is someone new Or must I really go on missing you? Musical interlude Is it only my imagination at play That tells me that there is someone new Or must I really go on missing you?