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  1. Hatchet

From the album Covenhoven

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Lyrics

Won't you steer the wheel steady
And lead us home, leave the last city far behind
Out there's a stillness standing ready
Like a treasure for a lucky few to find
We'll fix our gaze in one direction
So our veins don't become tired and destitute
I found my fuel to be no different
From the water feeding up thirsty willow roots

Slip down deep in a dream, make it last 'til it seems like the truth
Moments are passing too fast now, see my last hours die like the spring flowers of my youth
And all too soon I will be following suit

In a dear and distant memory, forever our bones belong to a day on down the line
And like the mirror ponds and meadows, our heads and hearts in shadows of the pines
We'll take our moments like the monarchs, and our songs will all have sweet and bitter ends
And like the rusty cans and ruins, we'll become dust and dandelions on the wind

Slip down deep in a dream, make it last 'til it seems like the truth
Moments are passing too fast now, see my last hours die like the spring flowers of my youth
And all too soon I will be following suit

Swing the hatchet, aim for the roots
Break the branches and pile them to the roof
It's all we have, this chance to start again
So strike the matches, before the rain begins
In broken fences, I found the frames
To put my portraits and carve my names
To places out past where our eyes can never see
I promise to look for you if you say you'll look for me...