Splinter Down - Mordred

See you hunkered on the ground

Magnifying glass in hand

Can you focus in one spot for long enough?

If you see the whispered smoke

Curling vine-like from a leaf

You will turn the glass on me

That I know for sure

Pass the boneyard on the left

There’s a secret that I keep

Like a tick upon my skin

I will take you to that place

If you leave your glass behind

Not afraid to say «I am afraid»

You’ve got to learn which logs to cure

Which ones to burn

If I rake up all my wits

Pile them up into a heap

There’s no guarantee that you won’t be the wind

Turn a placid day in fall

Into a hurricane

So if I stay inside again, some windows down

You know I’m saying

You’ve got to learn which logs to burn

Which ones to cure

And I wanna say this now

When I see you with the timber I will splinter down

And paint your arms with scars

Paint your arms with scars

You won’t ever let me out

I won’t ever let you

That would serve me right

Would serve me all too right

That would serve me right

Would serve me all too right

Won’t hear you laugh in my face, what’s your name?

Throw down your axe, you’re a mess, what a shame

You’ve got to learn which logs to burn

Which ones to cure

And you know it’s now

Not long before the fire’s spent

And all your trouble’s gone to waste

Gone to waste

You’ve got to learn which ones to burn

Which ones to cure

Which ones to do something with

You’ve got to learn

Which ones will burn you

And which ones will splinter down and paint your pretty arms with scars