Copyright © 2000, Battunes Music
Words and music by Dean Batstone

She plugs in the radio
The switch is broke, so that’s how it goes
And runs her bath to a song from 1969
She remembers how it felt to feel
More than lonely, more than steel
Her coldness lost to one more glass of wine

I guess everybody knows
Just how love’s supposed to go
On and on and on and on and on
I guess it’s not that hard to see
She (He, They) can’t find a way to leave
She’s (He’s, They’re) trapped inside a cage of memories

He looks through the windowpane
A vacant stare, yet still her name
Rolls off his lips, emotionless she blames him
He remembers how it felt to love
No fear he could not rise above
Now he hides from the very eyes that claimed him

She walks along a busy street
Haunted by her memories
She feels the ghost of his arm on her shoulder
He drives around for hours alone
A dozen times he’ll pass their home
Just wishing he could find the strength to hold her