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
