Flowers left by the grave
Of all the days of my sadness
I will surely be brave
When your mother's at the edge of madness

You rang, telling the tale
Of a wild night

My beloved memories that shade me
We were too young to perceive
That these moments last only so long
Then we must let go of our dreams

Morning sun that shone
On all the grass that was singing
With a golden notebook we wrote
All that we were seeing

And you rang, telling the story
Of one last wild night

We could have cared less
About all these things
That plague me now all the time
We didn't know then
All that would be change
We just ran all the same

It was summer
Our flowers in bloom in the ground
We were laughing and dancing
All around