I listened to an old friend describe the girl he'd met
In memory I could see her, heartbreak in silhouette
He said, "Her hair was golden, her eyes were violet"
It surely had to be her, heartbreak in silhouette He said that when he kissed her, her kisses were like wine
And suddenly I wondered if she'd break his heart like mine
But I sat there in silence and smoked my cigarette
His heart would soon discover heartbreak in silhouette With shining eyes he told me about the night they'd met
My own heart kept remembering heartbreak in silhouette
Outside the rain kept falling, recalling old regrets
Then she stood in the doorway, heartbreak in silhouette At first she didn't see us because the lights were ***
As she chatted with her new love, she had eyes for only him
My friend sat that there in silence and not one word was said
Two broken hearts were sharing heartbreak in silhouette
Heartbreak in silhouette