She never knew she was a beauty She must have made a lot of grown men cry In her eyes she's always playing out some movie She just told a dying love goodbye She was innocent then Blind to any help No one knows what she did And she'll never tell
I wonder if she liked where she came from Cause she never nailed her memories to the wall Only flattened cardboard boxes in the attic And the useless handmedowns in the closet in the hall And she lives in a home In three years she'll probably sell And once she remembers She'll never tell
I dreamed I saw her whispering to me So discreetly Maybe some secret song for me to know That's best unspoken
She barely prays above a whisper And when she cries she doesn't make a sound She offers tithe But never takes communion So scared to death of Jesus finding out When she's nervous she checks in some out of town motel What she screams in her pillow She'll never tell What she screams in her pillow She'll never tell
