one, two
one, two three four

the only girl i've ever loved
was born with roses in her eyes
but then they buried her alive
one evening
1945
just her sister at her side
only weeks before the guns
all came and rained on everyone
now she's a little boy in spain
playing pianos filled with flames
on empty rings around the sun
all sing to say
"my dream has come"

but now we must
pack up every piece
of this life we used to love
just to keep ourselves at least
enough to carry on

and now we ride the circus wheel
with your dark brother wrapped in white
says "it was good to be alive"
but now he rides a comet's flame
and won't be coming back again
the earth looks better from a star
that's right above from where you are
he didn't mean to make you cry
with sparks that ring and bullets fly
on empty rings around your heart
the world just screams and falls apart

but now we must
pack up every piece
of this life we used to love
just to keep ourselves at least
enough to carry on

and here where's your mother sleeps
and here is the room where your brothers were born
indentions in the sheet
where their bodies once moved but don't move
anymore

and it's so sad to see
the world agree
that they'd rather see their faces filled with flies
all when i'd want to keep white roses in their eyes
eyes