As I look back on these nights in the park, Strange meetings in the dark, I can see you talking to an unknown shadow As the back sky is coming down on us so low
Chorus: And I wonder why I always keep pleasant memories of the past Why anything bad or good seems better, once it has passed.
I'm facing the ceiling, alone in the dark Remembering all the things which have left a mark I find it hard to see what stands in the shadow As if somebody didn't want me know
Chorus: And I wonder why I always keep pleasant memories of the past Why anything bad or good seems better, once it has passed.
This very personal stroy May only make sense to me
Chorus: And I wonder why I always keep pleasant memories of the past Why anything bad or good seems better, once it has passed.
