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 [bad word] 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 alone
now we mourn the morning
if we knew your name we’d shout it out loud

and if you want it, [bad word] and get it.