How insensitive I must have seemed
When he told me that he loved me.
How unmoved and cold I must have seemed
When he told me so sincerely.
Why, he must have asked, did I just turn
And stare in icy silence?
What was I to say?
What can you say when a love affair is over?

Now he’s gone away and I’m alone
With the mem’ry of his last look.
Vague and drawn and sad.
I see it still, all his heartbreak in that last look.
How, he must have asked,
Could I just turn and stare in icy silence?
What was I to do?
What can one do when a love affair is over?