Opener - 8mm

She sits alone in a crowded room

She says someday will get here soon

And when it does

Boy, I’m oughta here

She says I don’t remember love

But it must be cut above

From what’s going on around here

What is wrong with me?

I’m out of love

These are the dreams that scars are made of

Is it too much to ask to win just once?

Just once?

She says

X marks the spot

Where I used to feel

Baby it’s all right cuz it

Never heals

What is wrong with me?

I’m out of love

These are the dreams that scars are made of

Is it too much to ask to win just once?

Just once?

Isn’t wanting enough?

Isn’t wanting enough?

What is wrong with me?

I’m out of love

These are the dreams that scars are made of

Is it too much to ask?

Is it too much to ask?