I wonder how many husbands and wives Will cry themselves to sleep tonight Wishing for the world That they could just reach out across the bed And hold each other the way they used to do And whisper sleepy "I love you's" Oh, but most just turn out the lights And let it go unsaid How many love songs never get sung How many sweet thoughts die on the tip of the tongue Victims of unspoken love Tell me, how many lonely people there are Left holding the pieces of a broken heart Tokens of unspoken love ♪ In his dreams, he dances until dawn But she never even notices he's gone 'Cause she's lost in a novel Somewhere off the southern coast of France And in the morning, she watches as he pulls away He almost turns around She almost shouts, "Please, stay home today" Oh, but neither takes the chance And how many love songs never get sung How many sweet thoughts die on the tip of the tongue Victims of unspoken love Tell me, how many lonely people there are Left hold the pieces of a broken heart Tokens of unspoken love