"Behind the doors, a girl is waiting to...
She whispers under her breath every night...

Scrap booked moments all lie to me --
Looking to what we used to be...

Drowned in the sorrows of yesterday and the misery...
The golden sun hangs by a thread in the shattered...

"I'm drunk on shadows and baby yours is...
She screams to a spinning bedroom wall...

We all have goals and dreams; but me? I made one I...
All I need is two glasses and a perfect scene...

She stands tall and proud with a smile that could...
Telling those old love stories with definite...

Eaten Alive.
She got beneath my skin and she ate me alive...

Those three girls; strutting through the school,
With their blonde hair and bright almond eyes...

Running barefoot through the grassy fields,
With him close behind me; out of breath...

In a dusty old attic I sit with an old tape...
Digging memories off the stacks layer by layer...

I lay my head down upon my knees
close my eyes and dream of you...

Faces.
Washing down tables in the back corner booth...