What happened to my brother The life in his eyes Did something shake his brain On that long bus ride?
What happened to my brother Swear he had my mother's face What I'd give to find him Hold him in a long embrace.
What happened to his body Why's he look so white and empty? When he shows up at my door Just don't know him.
Used to sit and talk for days Now he lays there in a haze 'Til some tiny little nothing Triggers psychotic eruption
What happens when he's sleepin' Why's he wake up cryin' and screamin' Knockin' into walls and runnin' Like hungry animals are comin'
To gnaw his bones, lap up his blood From a ditch bank in the mud Leave his scarecrow in the sticks For the black birds
And the blue jays to pick For the nature to encroach For the wanderers to approach For the snow and autumn leaves To be buried underneath For the rivers to rise Wash him out into the tides
What happened to my brother Used to have his pick of lovers A whole array of pretty ones My brother was a silver son
A heavyweight A head boy A frontman, a waterfall A stoic prince Not the second But the first violin
So forget the viola So forget the cello So forget the violin He's up, he's up, he's up in his room Gone solo
He used to dazzle us Leave a trail of magic dust At the end of every joke We would laugh so hard we'd choke
He could turn over a stone Find an endless swell of poems Used to bring the sweetest gifts We went to him to be uplifted
For inspiration, friendship We needed love, we needed tips Oh how I miss, how I miss My brother I miss
You ask me what's he do He swallows reds, he swallows blues Stares off in the night sky You ask me what's he do
So forget the viola So forget the cello So forget the violin He's up, he's up, he's up there Laying lowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
