Still Life Lyrics – Thrice

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

The way
Is closed now
And I can’t go home
The way

Is closed now
And I can’t go home
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
The way
Is closed now
And I can’t go home

The way
Is closed now
And I can’t go home
But what if I

What if I just let go?
If I just let go
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Thrice Lyrics – Still Life

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Still Life