Reach in for it Your rusted, iron-covered cross Pour out your breath Into the furnace again. I think I found a better way to live And I think I’ve found a better way to die. And I’ve been fitting myself into that small space That you set our for the screaming of the wind. That is all I’ve ever been. And sorting through it, I never saw something so clear As your hands bound up in prayer Behind a closed door. I thought I’d walked a better road, alone Until I felt my feet turn into stone, And that’s when I turned back.

Two Carpenters Of Failing Worth We Found Ourselves In Disrepair But Didn’t Care So We Took The Wood From That Old Tree Built A Coffin On The Sea Flowers Strewn Across The Deck Sails Draped Around Our Broken Necks And I Will Be Taken Apart When It’s Over Our Ruined Hands Collecting Dust Uneven Loves That Drove Us Into Our Bodies But We Found The Bricks From Our Old House Tried To Put Them Back Together But With No Foundation Underneath It Crumbled Right Back To A Smoldering Heap And We Will Be Taken Apart When Its Over So We Gave Every Flaw In Our Crooked Construction A Name And Accepted That Nothing Was Meant To Hold Up For This Long When You Felt The Sun Come Alive In Your Ribs You Were Dying Just To Try It As The Sutures And Stitches That Held You Together Were Splitting And It Made Such A Glorious Sound You Wire Strings Slowly Disappear Well I Have Been Emptied of Every Fear The Things That We ad But Never Replaced Were Falling Asleep And Forgetting The Names Well I Pried Myself Into Pieces And Scattered Them Over Te Wreckage And You Were Still Shaking Your Head Holding Onto Your Nails And Ever Splinter Of Timer Like Thunder Inside Of My Shuddering Frame Says Im Gonna Pay Were All Gonna Pay When Its Over

There is a wheel That spins to keep the river flowing. It runs a course between your eyelids and your aching jaws. There was a bird Who took your voice and turned it backwards. He and the past were aiming arrows at your heaving chest. You took a train into the mouth of all you hated, Spent half an hour watching hope pass through a window You’ve got that singing crown of thorns around your thick head You and the kid that you once were are fighting over it. (Then we ran down the river Van To the mouth of old Fenrir And he swallowed us up) I collected rocks, filled up my pockets and tried to swim across the stream. I was told I’d be kept afloat By the ghosts of the hills that I’d flattened to get here. Trusted a fiend and lost my hand. My blood flowed white and filled the canyon, And I saw faces in the leaves And they were preaching to me. There is a tree you cannot cut. He knows your name and all your fears. You dare not lay an axe to his old branches. They dug a coal mine by your house. His yelling kept you up all night. All of your friends got caught between his black teeth. We left our shoes under the ground, tied yellow feathers to our arms, and learned the language of the aching mountain.|Then I went out west and tried to build a better version of myself. My iron tools got swallowed up by spirits. And I knew my head was inside out, so I sold my soul to taste the clouds, ate from the tree and started digging up the ground. There is a thought you cannot shake Of her asleep under the lake. The ice is eating up the surface and you are the fish Sleeping peacefully.

There is a wheel That spins to keep the river flowing. It runs a course between your eyelids and your aching jaws. There was a bird Who took your voice and turned it backwards. He and the past were aiming arrows at your heaving chest. You took a train into the mouth of all you hated, Spent half an hour watching hope pass through a window You’ve got that singing crown of thorns around your thick head You and the kid that you once were are fighting over it. (Then we ran down the river Van To the mouth of old Fenrir And he swallowed us up) I collected rocks, filled up my pockets and tried to swim across the stream. I was told I’d be kept afloat By the ghosts of the hills that I’d flattened to get here. Trusted a fiend and lost my hand. My blood flowed white and filled the canyon, And I saw faces in the leaves And they were preaching to me. There is a tree you cannot cut. He knows your name and all your fears. You dare not lay an axe to his old branches. They dug a coal mine by your house. His yelling kept you up all night. All of your friends got caught between his black teeth. We left our shoes under the ground, tied yellow feathers to our arms, and learned the language of the aching mountain.|Then I went out west and tried to build a better version of myself. My iron tools got swallowed up by spirits. And I knew my head was inside out, so I sold my soul to taste the clouds, ate from the tree and started digging up the ground. There is a thought you cannot shake Of her asleep under the lake. The ice is eating up the surface and you are the fish Sleeping peacefully.