Outside the rain is pouring
like my teardrops on the ground.
The people all are shouting
and the band is playing loud.
Oh I say it's good to see you
as I pass you in the crowd.
But my breaking heart doesn't make a sound.
I could cry outside your window
I could call you on the phone.
I could send you red red roses
to what used to be our home
But I 'll choose these booze and barstool
With a game and laugh all round
so that my breaking heart
doesn't make a sound.
Oh those whisky glasses ringin'
all those buzzin' neon signs.
You can hear my voice a sayin'
I 'll get over you in time.
Oh the jukebox has no lover
but the record still turns round.
And my breakin' heart
doesn't make a sound.
Oh those whisky glasses ringin'
all those buzzin' neon signs.
You can hear my voice a sayin'
I 'll get over you in time.
Oh the jukebox has no lover
but the record still turns round.
And my breakin' heart
doesn't make a sound.
No my breakin' heart
doesn't make a sound.