The faces I see 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 is over before it's begun Ancestors too young They become Ancestors too young Ancestors too young Where do they go?