Golden Apples of the Sun, Pt. 1 - The Lonely Forest

He’s alone and old

Now his heart is in the ground.

(Oh)

I could have helped a brother

Convinced I worked not nearly enough

Let this be my lesson to never measure love

In the waking hour, when I hear the cold air

Let him find the true rest he looked for

And if I ever someday found myself in his place

May a friend do what I never could:

Just give love

There is never enough