you hold me here in your arms
and say you love me.
In between the heartaches
the way you kiss I can tell
you're thinking of me.
I know you love me.

And I that makes up
for all of the heartaches
and the sadness
and the tears.

Everyone keeps asking me
Why I stay with you
the way you hurt me.
They can see
how many times
I'm alone and blue
when you desert me.
You and come and go
without a letter.
And they all say
that I should get up and go.
They don't know.
They don't know that . . .

In between the heartaches
you hold me here in your arms
and say you love me.
In between the heartaches
the way you kiss I can tell
you thinking of me.
I know you love me.
And that makes up
for all the heartaches
and the sadness
and the tears.

They don't ever see us
In between the heartaches . . .