Holland, 1945

2, 1, 2, 3, 4

The only girl I've ever loved

Was born with roses in her eyes

But then they buried her alive one evening 1945 with just her sister at her side

And 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 pick up every piece

Of the life we used to love

Just to keep our selves at least enough to carry on

And now we ride this 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 pick up every piece

Of the life we used to love

Just to keep our selves at least enough to carry on

And here's where your mother sleeps

And here is the room where your brothers were born

Indentions in the sheets

Where their bodies once moved but don't move any more

And it's so sad to see the world agree that they'd rather see their faces fill with flies

All when I'd want to keep white roses in their eyes