You can hear it in the silence, the silence You can feel it on the way home, way home You can see it with the lights out, lights out You are in love, true love You are in love Morning, his place Burnt toast, Sunday You keep his shirt, he keeps his word For once, you let go Of your fears and your ghosts One step, not much, but it said enough You kiss on sidewalks You fight and you talk One night he wakes, strange look on his face Pauses, then says, "you're my best friend" And you knew what it was He is in love