They're holding hands under the table. Somehow they don't want us to see. Their chemistry is so obvious; I wonder what they're pretending to be. Not still in love, but that's not what I'm seeing. Not still in love, don't hide the feeling. Not still in love, and I can't understand how you're not still in love but you're still holding hands. They're making amends under their breath because they don't want us to hear. But they just can't keep a secret. Things aren't like they want them to appear. They tell us that it's over now, but I can see through their disguise. The truth is not in what they say, but you can see it in their eyes.