I remember Stockholm Street
And what felt like the longest winter
I remember my palette bed
And how it gave you a splinter
I remember at a party up on my roof
I had one too many G&Tu0027s
And everybody had to leave,
But not you
You held my hair until I fell asleep
(Thatu0027s a true story)
Asleep

Feels like Brooklyn was just a dream
Feels like you are still a part of me
Feels like Iu0027m losing everybody
And I donu0027t know what to do
Except go to Brooklyn in my mind with you
With you

I remember Friday nights
When getting home was a losing battle
I remember when the L train shut down
And they had to hurt us in like cattle
I remember that summer, playing cards
Seeing stars and counting cars
On West 11th Street
Wasnu0027t life sweet?

Feels like Brooklyn was just a dream
Feels like you are still a part of me
Feels like Iu0027m losing everybody
And I donu0027t know what to do
Except go to Brooklyn in my mind with you

Iu0027m drinking Trader Joeu0027s wine
In the Brooklyn in my mind
Weu0027re waiting on a movie line
In the Brooklyn in my mind
Everything is fine
‘Cos Iu0027m in Brooklyn in my mind
Can we hit rewind, go back in time
To Brooklyn in my mind?

Feels like Bushwick was just a dream
Feels like youu0027ve still got a piece of me
Feels like Iu0027m losing everybody
And I donu0027t know what to do
Except go to Brooklyn in my mind with you

Said I donu0027t know what to do
Except go to Brooklyn in my mind with you