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