My hands reach out to touch someone But they know she's not there My memory keeps running back To one who used to care My heart has lost the will to live My lips the will to smile If heartache is the fashion Then I guess that I'm in style The places I'm invited to I never want to go Afraid I'll see my old sweetheart With her new love and so I stay home and walk the floor As if it's my last night If heartache is the fashion Then I guess that I'm in style My lips will miss the tender kiss That someone else will know My eyes will not forget the day I stood and watched her go My arms will ache to hold the love That I held for a while If heartache is the fashion Then I guess that I'm in style
My hands reach out to touch someone But they know she's not there My memory keeps running back To one who used to care My heart has lost the will to live My lips the will to smile If heartache is the fashion Then I guess that I'm in style The places I'm invited to I never want to go Afraid I'll see my old sweetheart With her new love and so I stay home and walk the floor As if it's my last night If heartache is the fashion Then I guess that I'm in style My lips will miss the tender kiss That someone else will know My eyes will not forget the day I stood and watched her go My arms will ache to hold the love That I held for a while If heartache is the fashion Then I guess that I'm in style
