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 twenty-two

And it's startin' 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 favorite 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 fallin' apart for the Princess of Norway

But you, with your tall slashes, your infinite t-shirts

I should've known when your favorite 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 writin' a love song for you, baby