Black flowers in my hair
(As I walk the streets of memory)
I replay two figures moving through winter's air
(The sweetest place I'll ever be)
We drink in the back room of the bar across the street
(Now I walk the streets of memory)
Like I don't know it's the last time we will meet here
(The only place I want to be)

I did not think I'd find it in dive bars or swingsets
But now it's gone, maybe that's where I left it

[I didn't think I found what I was looking for in dive bars or swingsets after dark
But now they're gone I know I'm missing something — is it just the seeking of a chancе to seek a spark?]

I had always hoped love would be thе answer
Where is my contentment ever after?

Black flowers, black flowers on the ground
(As I walk the streets of memory)
I cherish them much more now: the lost and found
(The sweetest place I'll ever be)
Boards cover up the windows of that old dive
(Now I walk the streets of memory)
Timelessly in my mind we all survive
(The only place I want to be)
I pound my boots over the little hill we once stepped
So I never lose this place in my head