Album: Silver Jubilee
I wore my satin dress tonight, my silver high-heeled shoes
I dabbed my skin with sweet perfume, the one you helped me choose
I did my hair the way you like, up in a simple twist
You touched my face to take away an eyelash that I missed
You said «Let's not go out tonight, let’s not go into town»
And as you kissed my neck, I said «We can’t let people down»
And now the evening’s over, I don’t know what to do
I watched two people fall in love, and one of them… was you
And now we’re lying only inches apart
Though it might be twenty miles
And it’s a quiet kind of dying inside
As I see your radiant smiles
The air is loaded with things we cannot say
I try to hold you, but you sigh and turn away
I tell myself we’re not estranged
But in one evening, everything’s changed
You held my hand when we walked in, each detail I recall
I moved around the party making small-talk, very small
You were soon in conversation with a girl I didn’t know
She reminded me of someone else: me, ten years ago
I found you still there two hours later, long since time to leave
I wonder, did you know I saw her hand upon your sleeve?
Then you drove home — or was it me? The journey is a blur
I watched two people fall in love, and one of them… was her
And now we’re lying only inches apart
Though it might be twenty miles
And it’s a quiet kind of dying inside
As I see your radiant smiles
The air is loaded with things we cannot say
I try to hold you, but you sigh and turn away
I tell myself we’re not estranged
But in one evening, everything’s changed
And now two people lie beside each other in the dark
One sleeps, the other cannot, and dissects each chance remark
The satin dress upon its hanger shimmers like a ghost
To illustrate the transience of things we’d love the most
The silver shoes are in their box, not kicked aside in haste
And as you turn the lights off, your kiss is strangely chaste
Now our familiar sanctuary feels terrible and new
I watched two people fall in love, and one of them… was you
And now we’re lying only…
And it’s a quiet kind of…
The air is loaded with things we cannot say…
I tell myself…
…Everything's changed