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