Hide His Heart

It's like a foreign movie where the lights are dim

He's in love with her, but she can't see him.

It makes him sometimes feel like he don't exist

But the memories linger of the times they kissed.

He still loves her and it's tearing him apart

And he don't know whether to hide his heart.

It's like a book he read that Jane Austen wrote

When she's near his heart starts bumping inside his

Throat

Well he's a wounded man and a suffering fool

But love is mercurial and life is cruel.

He loves her and it's tearing him apart

And he don't know whether to hide his heart.

He don't know whether to hide his heart.

And when he drives past the Tower of London

Or walks down the Champs Elysees

Or has lunch with Jackie Onassis

His mind is a million miles away

He feels so tres deshabille

He loves her he loves her

And it's tearing him apart.

He don't know whether to hide his heart.

He don't know whether to hide his heart.

So now she's found somebody that she loves more

And he's an outtake on the cutting room floor.

She's an actress who has quit the stage

He's a mystery novel with a torn out page

She is leaving and it's tearing him apart

He don't know whether to hide his heart.

He don't know whether to hide his heart.

He don't know whether to hide his heart.

She makes him feel so ordure blanc.