Thrice
Still Life
[Verse 1]
On the mantelpiece there's a scrap of leather like a half remembered truth, or lie
And there's a photograph of a sunlit garden and a sword that seemed to burn with light

[Chorus]
The way is closed now, and I can't go home
The way is closed now, and I can't go home

[Verse 2]
Near the fireplace, black with soot and sorrow and the absence of synecdoche
There's a whetted axe with a weathered handle, and the weight of it is dear to me

[Chorus]
The way is closed now, and I can't go home
The way is closed now, and I can't go home

[Outro]
What if I, what if I just let go?
If I just let go