There he walks.
There he talks.
There he runs his fingers through his hair
like he always does.

I love him
but I can't tell
anyone, not even him.
I miss him
I really do
but i can't tell anyone, not even him.
My heart aches
when I think of him
sitting in the train
walking in the rain
on the way back to his wife.

So even if
I'm standing right there next to him
he's holding the door for me
he's smiling at me
so close, but somehow so far
away from me

My lips are silent smiling
but lips can lie...

My words they do seem happy
but words may not ever be true

...but my heart it silent whispers
my heart it reaches out for him
but it's not gonna get what it's looking for
my heart it kisses his lips
my heart runs through his hair in the morning
my heart dreams of him
my heart expresses its love every day
but the words of the heart are hard to say
and even harder to hear
only listening hearts do hear it
and how should I make him listen?

My lips are silent smiling