All the brothers are talking
All the sisters in line
All the boats in the ocean
All the clouds in the sky

Some questions are pardoned
Without an answer supplied
When the flowers in your garden
Are cut down in their prime

And they all die beautiful
Am I on the right side
Are they one in the same
Is the air that I breathe in

Going to blow out someones flame
Am I one of the pieces
On a twisted long line
Am I one in a million

Who thinks time is on their side
And they all die beautiful
Does it disappoint you
Or make you feel more scared

When you find out that the ghosts you feared
We?re never really there
And all of this around you
Was built out of the air

To keep you in the darkness
And hold you in your prayer