When You're Not Looking Back

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