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