Lyrics
At the back of the house by the compost
Is the plot where my brother lies dead
"He got lost", that's what I told them
And I'm mocked by the stone on his head
How could I have known it'd be like this?
It was a mistake!
Moss on the carving
Swallows your name
Return to the dirt
My memories fading
And I'm to blame
I left you in the dirt that day
How can I stand by your bed?
I am a fragment of stone that was broken
Oh, your mind still alive in the trees
Washed away, my mind is distilled
Into the purest form of grief
Show me your face, my brother forgotten
Let me go, let me recall
Six feet below, five decades away
You are gone but somehow I stay
Place upon me your blanket of soil
Dead branches above
A chasm beneath me
My regret fades to thoughts I can't place
My mind aches to join you
