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