| A year in the hole had taken its toll when I took a good look at me | |
| And what a surprise the scope of my eyes could only see black | |
| And I remember someone who was taking them two by two | |
| And lately I'd become the one who'd have laughed at you too | |
| There was a black flag on my morning | |
| There was a black flag on my day | |
| There was a black flag on everything around | |
| And I was walking backwards again | |
| Black flag, black flag | |
| I walked in the day, my usual way looking through a two by four | |
| It colored my view, I couldn't see you or maybe I just wouldn't | |
| And I remember the time when the sunlight fell on my head | |
| And lately I'd become a member of the walking dead | |
| There was a black flag on my morning | |
| There was a black flag on my day | |
| There was a black flag on everything around | |
| And I was walking backwards again | |
| Black flag, black flag | |
| And I know that I was wrong it was up to me | |
| If I wanted to see | |
| And I remember the day when I saw the mask on my face | |
| And I knew that it was time to put the thing in its place | |
| I'd put the black flag on my morning | |
| I'd put the black flag on my day | |
| I'd put the black flag on everything around | |
| And I was walking backwards again | |
| Black flag on my morning | |
| Black flag on my day | |
| I'd put the black flag on everything around | |
| And I was walking backwards again | |
| Black flag on my morning | |
| Black flag on my day | |
| I'd put the black flag on everything around | |
| And I was walking backwards again, it was up to me | |
| And I know that I was wrong |