The faces I see, they look like she
I need to leave so I can breathe
Tears are a language I speak well
Better than my own alone without her
Where do they go?
The gifts that aren't well received
Forgotten as soon as they're given
Myself, I've forgotten a few
Ancestors too young
They become ancestors too young
Ancestors too young
Where do they go?
Cut me into pieces
You can leave the flowers by the bed
Leave the light on
It's just no one cared until she was dead
Don't make sense at all
Why some people rise just to fall
Brought to my knees
'Cause I'm just not sure how to grief
Where do they go?
And if I go too
Will I see the ones we've lost?
Life's over before it's begun
Ancestors too young
They become ancestors too young
Ancestors too young
Where do they go?
