| C | G | |
| The only girl I've ev | er loved |
| C | G | |
| Was born with roses in | her eyes |
| C | G | |
| But then they buried her | alive |
| D | C | |
| One evening | nineteen-forty- | five |
| D | G | |
| With just her | sister at her | side |
| D | C | |
| And only | weeks before the | guns |
| D | G | |
| All came and | rained on ever | yone |
| D | C | |
| Now she's a | little boy in | Spain |
| D | G | |
| Playing | pianos filled with | flames |
| D | C | |
| On empty | rings around the | sun |
| D | C | G | |
| All sing to | say my dream | has com | e |
| C | G | |
| But now we must | pick up every | piece |
| C | G | |
| Of the | life we used to | love |
| C | |
| Just to | keep ourselves |
| G | D | |
| At | least enough to c | arry on |
| (same as verse1) |
| And now we ride the circus wheel |
| With your dark brother wrapped in white |
| Says it was good to be alive |
| But now he rides a comet's flame |
| And won't be coming back again |
| The Earth looks better from a star |
| That's right above from where you are |
| He didn't mean to make you cry |
| With sparks that ring and bullets fly |
| On empty rings around your heart |
| The world just screams and falls apart |
| G | A | C | C | G | |
| And | here's | where | your | mother | sleeps |
| G | A | C | C | G | D | |
| And | here | is | the | room where your | brothers were | born |
| G | A | C | C | G | |
| In | den | tions | in the | sheets |
| G | A | C | C | G | D | |
| Where their | bo | dies | once | moved but don't | move an | ymore |
| C | G | C | G | |
| And it's so | sad to | see the | world | agree |
| C | G | D | |
| That they'd | rather see their | faces filled with | flies |
| G | A | C | C | G | C | |
| All | when | I'd | want to | keep | white roses in their eyes |