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 dim   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