Dead Roses

I miss the world, the way it used to be Feels like I'm living in a memory Train passing nights, we used to smoke We were young, life was a joke Fireflies on our lips Your fingertips on my fingertips Dead roses in my head, again I miss the world, the way it used to seem Like we could accomplish all our dreams Basement nights when we got so loud And twice as drunk and twice as proud With a song on the stereo Turn the record over Dead roses in my head, again What are these chains? Desire The lonely club keep drinking to my name What of these dreams? They're tired O, won't you sleeping flowers wake Dead roses in my head, again Dead roses linger on like a distant friend Dead roses Dead, dead roses