Falling

The axe forgets The tree remembers I'm swinging the blade I am the contender Now do you see, son? We reap what we sow When the time comes We will go toe to toe Tap into the roots Drain the bark Let it bleed I'm coming for the rings But that's coming from me So, who put Bella in the Wych Elm? I'm really just dying to know I turn around and stop looking for love When it's my turn to go Pining away in a castle of glass Looking through my reflections At the stones that I've cast So, I broke branches into bundles I tied 'em up and carried 'em home I fed the fire and I fanned the flames Till the flesh fell from bone Hiding away in a castle of glass Looking through my reflections At the stones that I've cast The axe forgets The tree remembers I'm swinging the blade I am the contender The axe forgets The tree remembers I'm swinging the blade I am the contender