baby brother in the next room, trying to bring him back to life.
but the diamonds of the morning: bribing open both of my eyes.
gone before you had to worry, gone before you ever had to try.
now you're half a memory. another trick played by my mind.
but you had to go, but if you'd stayed, i'd have come around to hold your hand till the marching band had played.
and now we'll never, we'll never look back. no, i'll never look back.
baby brother in the picture frame: we had all the time we were allowed.
now we mourn the morning-- if we knew your name, we'd shout it out loud.
and if you want it, well come and get it.