歌词
Send the kids to the garden, the cypresses burdened down
To make a perfect pair spread on a blanket
The angels wasting their tears when your wet face turns to cheer
Tiny little voices won't take nothing from no one
Tiny little fingers won't pull nothing from nowhere
The children are begging, the smiling rain clouds
To please reflect my tears, leaves fall from nowhere
I won't beg your pardon, I won't be there when you laugh
Tiny little voices won't take nothing from no one
Tiny little fingers won't pull nothing from nowhere
And find a way to set them straight, these kids are all begging to trade
Their ghosts away and let them fade and let them
All of their open smiles, just sit and wait to sing a brutal song
