Holland, 1945 - Canoe

Holland, 1945 Lyrics

The only girl I'd ever loved, was born with roses in her eyes.
And then they buried her alive one evening nineteen forty-five,
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 piano filled with flames,
on empty rings around your heart, all sing the same and fall apart.
Now we must pack up every piece, of this life we used to love,
just to keep ourselves, at least, enough to carry on.
And now we're at the circus wheel.
We've left our brothers wrapped in white.
Says it was good to be alive, but now he rides upon this flame
and won't be coming back again.
The earth looks better from that star
that's right above from where you are.
He didn t mean to make you cry, the sparks that ring and bullets fly,
on empty rings around the sun, all sing the same, a dream has come.

Now we must pack up every piece, of this life we used to love,
just to keep ourselves, at least, enough to carry on.
And here's where your mother sleeps,
and here are the rooms where your brothers were born.
Inventions in the sheets, where their bodies once moved but don't move anymore.
It's so sad to see, the world would agree that they'd rather see their faces fill with flies.
All that I want to keep white roses in her eyes.
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Lyrics submitted by Michael.