Chris Rea

Heartbeat, way down on Cove Street;

Playing to lady luck, awaiting that tender touch

Fantasy, is the trick of the dance you see;

Hiding the need for love, and wanting you close to me

Oh, that one sweet and tender touch

That's what I'm missing, I need so much;

And one sweet and tender touch oh

Bright light, pretty colours that shine on all through the night;

I don't need them not half as much, as I'm wanting your tender touch

And loneliness, makes the strongest heart a wilderness;

That's wilder than you see, is wanting you close to me