Punch In The Heart en Josh Pyke

I feel you love like a punch in the heart
Cause everytime your near I'm back to the start
And time keeps making a mess of me
I'm like a rusted old boat lost out at sea

Cold wind blows, hard on me
And I hear your ghost calling me,
Calling from the warm shore to carry me home, I hear you calling from the warm shore to carry me home

And the wheels keep taking me back to street
Where I would press you against the bonet just to feel your heat, where I would press you against the bonet to keep our heat

Cold wind blows, hard on me
And I hear your ghost calling me,
Calling from the warm shore to carry me home, I hear you calling from the warm shore to carry me home

And I feel you love like a punch in the hear,
And every time your near I'm back to the start
And the wheels keep taking me back to your street,
Where I would press you against the bonet just to feel you heat, where I would press you against the bonet just to keep our heat.