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