Lyrics:
My hands reach out to touch someoneBut they know she's not thereMy memory keeps running backTo one who used to careMy heart has lost the will to liveMy lips the will to smileIf heartache is the fashionThen I guess that I'm in styleThe places I'm invited toI never want to goAfraid I'll see my old sweetheartWith her new love, and soI stay at home and walk the floorAs if it's my last mileIf heartache is the fashionThen I guess that I'm in style--- Instrumental ---My lips will miss the tender kissThat someone else will knowMy eyes will not forget the dayI stood and watched her goMy arms will ache to hold the loveThat I held for a whileIf heartache is the fashionThen I guess that I'm in style...