A silence falls, and in your cup, I hear the coffee churn.
I don't think there's anything I could be saying.
Our ancient friendship has grown awkward, but we never learn.
This conversation is more painful than a flaying.

It's in the sighs.
It's in the silences that grow.
The reasons I will never know.
I see the coldness in your eyes.
It's in the sighs.

I wish I knew how to get back to how we were before,
When we were happy and our friendship wasn't forced.
Now, when we meet, it's like some kind of painful, grueling chore.
Is there some way that we can get this thing outsourced?

It's in the sighs.
It's in the silences that grow.
The reasons I will never know.
I see the coldness in your eyes.
It's in the sighs.

The time is moving like molasses, but we finally find release.
Oh yeah, we'll see each other soon, it's just the trend.
I see the puzzle grow with every time I find another piece.
Maybe it's been too long to not go wrong, my friend.

It's in the sighs.
It's in the silences that grow.
The reasons I will never know.
I see the coldness in your eyes.
It's in the sighs.
It's in the sighs.
There's nothing left for me to do.
The ling'ring's worse than losing you.
'Cause when a friendship turns to lies,
It's in the sighs.

© Copyright 1996 Aaron Bentley. All Rights Reserved.

Questions, comments or suggestions about this web site? Email me at aaron.bentley@utoronto.ca