I watched you from the bedroom as you're taking down your hair
And behind the Sunday paper, you're so sweetly unaware
There's another side of my love you don't even know you have
Oh, you'd love the way I look at you when you're not looking back

It's the longing, loving, aching look of pure desire
It's the way that children look at heroes they admire
And I'm surprised that you can't feel it when you go walking past
Oh, you'd love the way I look at you
When you're not looking back

Oh it happens when you're sleeping or somewhere deep in thought
Sometimes across a crowded room and through the party talk
silence falls on my world when I'm beholding what I have
Oh, you'd love the way I look at you
When you're not looking back

It's the longing, loving, aching look of pure desire
It's the way that children look at heroes they admire
And I'm surprised that you can't feel it when you go walking past
Oh, you'd love the way I look at you when you're not looking back

Oh, it happens when you're sleeping or somewhere deep in thought
Sometimes across a crowded room and through the party talk
Silence falls on my world when I'm beholding what I have
Oh, you'd love the way I look at you
When you're not looking back

It's the longing, loving, aching look of pure desire
It's the way that children look at heroes they admire
And I'm surprised that you can't feel it when you go walking past
Oh, you'd love the way I look at you
When you're not looking back

And I'm surprised that you can't feel it
When you go walking past,
Oh, you'd love the way I look at you
When you're not looking back
And I'm surprised that you can't feel it
When you go walking past
Oh, you'd love the way I look at you
When you're not looking back