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 Hearbreak 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 dim As she chetted 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...