My dear brother In the gown in the hospital bed And our poor mother In the chair with her hand to her head Enter the doctor With a sigh and a tap of his shoe He has nothing to offer In the form of any good news I try to hold on to the memories Of the days at the lake outside I wish that a song was a remedy To the dark of the place I hide We lost our brother In the summer of his twenty sixth year And I hope there's another place where we meet When we both leave here Holding parts of you I try to hold on to the memories Of the days at the lake outside I wish that a song was a remedy To the dark of the place I hide We lost our brother In the summer of his twenty sixth year And I hope there's another place where we meet When we both leave here