I wonder how many husbands and wives
Will cry themselves to sleep tonight
Wishing for the world
That they could just reach out across the bed
And hold each other the way they used to do
And whisper sleepy "I love you's"
Oh, but most just turn out the lights
And let it go unsaid
How many love songs never get sung
How many sweet thoughts die on the tip of the tongue
Victims of unspoken love
Tell me, how many lonely people there are
Left holding the pieces of a broken heart
Tokens of unspoken love
In his dreams, he dances until dawn
But she never even notices he's gone
'Cause she's lost in a novel
Somewhere off the southern coast of France
And in the morning, she watches as he pulls away
He almost turns around
She almost shouts, "Please, stay home today"
Oh, but neither takes the chance
And how many love songs never get sung
How many sweet thoughts die on the tip of the tongue
Victims of unspoken love
Tell me, how many lonely people there are
Left hold the pieces of a broken heart
Tokens of unspoken love
