Astrud Gilberto how insensitive

How insensitive
I must have seemed
When he told me that he loved me
How unmoved and cold
I must have seemed
When he told me so sincerely
Why, he must have asked
Did I just turn
And stare in icy silence?
What was I to say?
What can you say
When a love affair is over?
Now he's gone away
And I'm alone
With the memory of his last look
Vague and drawn and sad
I see it still
All his heartbreak in that last look
Why, he must have asked
Did I just turn
And stare in icy silence?
What was I to do?
What can one do
When a love affair is over, over?