Memories Of The Past

As I look back on some nights in the park, Strange meetings in the dark, I can see you talking to unknown shadow As the black 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 pa*sed 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 to know (Chorus) This very personal story May only make sense to me (Chorus)