There are rooms, all across this world,
That are cluttered and uncared-for
Dirty clothes are piled up everywhere,
and trash accumulates more and more
They’re the rooms of modern teenagers,
record covers and tape cases littered the floor
There’s a stereo stacked on top of a chest,
The window is too dirty to see out anymore
The room is full of buried things,
Things that we will never see

Buried Memories, Buried Dreams
There are things that will never be
Buried Memories, Buried Dreams
None are as real as they once seemed
Buried Memories

They are buried somewhere in that room, can’t ya see
Maybe, among the filth an old Bible can be found somewhere
But it’s unread, and not helpin’ to clear the air
There are piles of half-written letters, and gobs of crumpled in-mail
The closet is full of stuff, all waiting for a garage sale
The room is full of...

Buried Memories, Buried Dreams
There are things that will never be
Buried Memories, Buried Dreams
None are as real as they once seemed
Buried Memories

Now, Jesus wants to be... Your Dream.