Testo The Man With The Axe

If I had to break it down
I'd say it's the way you love to dance
Movin' the furniture when my back is turned
The flick of the lights and the world falls away

And your office job
And your silver hair
But our shapes in the dark are the reason I've stayed for all these years
I thought I was a genius
But now I'm 22, and it's starting to feel like all I know how to do is put on a suit and take it away

With my fist full of tunes that it's painful to play
Fingernail worlds like favourite seashells
They fill up my nights and then they float away

I've got hundreds of gowns
I've got paintings in frames
And a throat that fills with panic every festival day
Dutifully falling apart for the Princess of Norway

But you, with your tall slashes, your infinite t-shirts
I should've known when your favourite record was the same as my father's You'd take me down

I guess I'll always be this way
Swallowed up by the words, and halfway to space
But there, by the fire, you offered your hand
And as I took it, I loved you, the boy with the plan

You found me clean as a pine
The man with the axe and the look in his eyes
We've been through so many hard times, I'm writing a love song for you, baby