Beautiful Songtext
von Martin and James

All the brothers are talking
All the sisters in line
All the boats in the ocean
All the clouds in the sky
Some questions are pardoned
Without an answer supplied
When the flowers in your garden
Are cut down in their prime
And they all die beautiful
Am I on the right side
Are they one in the same
Is the air that I breathe in
Going to blow out someones flame


Am I one of the pieces
On a twisted long line
Am I one in a million
Who thinks time is on their side
And they all die beautiful
Does it disappoint you
Or make you feel more scared
When you find out that the ghosts you feared
We′re never really there
And all of this around you
Was built out of the air
To keep you in the darkness
And hold you in your prayer