I wasn't drinking to forget, I was drinking to remember

How I once might have looked through the eyes of a stranger

When all hope should be gone still the dream somehow lingers

Like the ghost of a snowstorm in frostbitten fingers

Ten thousand backwards glances won't bring second chances

I never knew I was wasted, I was way too far gone

The face I think is mine is not the face that I see

The worried face in the mirror

Whose worried eyes are fixed on me

All your beauty will be stolen by young girls in the night

A thief as quiet as a dark cloud that's stole away the moonlight