Send the kids to the garden the cypresses burdened down to make a perfect pair spread on a blanket the angels wasting their tears when your wet face turns to cheer Tiny little voices won't take nothing from no one Tiny little fingers won't pull nothing from nowhere The children are begging the smiling rain clouds to please reflect my tears leaves fall from nowhere I won't beg your pardon I won't be there when you laugh Tiny little voices won't take nothing from no one Tiny little fingers won't pull nothing from nowhere And find a way to set them straight these kids are all begging to trade their ghosts away and let them fade and let them... All of their open smiles just sit and wait, to sing a brutal song