Ragged pages in shades of blue   Ink is bleeding from words written in 1982   They aligned themselves with you   Once clear, now turning into   A clouded view      The basement whispers, the attic sings   The lines you memorized so solemnly   When you were 16   They were everything   You'd lay in your bed and quietly sing   And while the feeling still rings true   The words are fading, fading into   A clouded view      You read them over and over again   To try to remember what they said back then   And while the feeling still rings true   The words are fading, fading into   A clouded view