how can you show me paradise when I'm leaving?

Now you're not next to me and I am freezing,
Was it real, or, baby, tell me, was I dreaming?
How can you show me paradise when I'm leaving?
Now my heartbeat is sinking.
Hope's shrinking.
When I try to speak, no words; lip-syncing.
Hope this is not just wishful thinking.
Tell me that you care,
and I'll be there in a heartbeat