He's in a bar, and she's in the bedroom crying He thinks he'll drown all the hurt that he's feeling inside A river of tears is washing away her every reason for trying And the distance between them is silence, anger and pride
They don't talk to each other They're no longer lovers They won't even say the three words that could keep love from dying She needs a shoulder, he needs to hold her But he's in a bar, and she's in the bedroom crying
He tells the bartender his problems and thanks him for listening Then he orders more whiskey to have something warm he can hold She picks up the phone, and calls up a friend, And says she wishes she knew what was missing Both of them ask the wrong people why their love's growing cold
They don't talk to each other They're no longer lovers They won't even say the three words That could keep love from dying She needs a shoulder, he needs to hold her But he's in a bar, and she's in the bedroom crying
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