• The Hymnal EP
  • Before The Wave
  • Hang Your Head
  • Kings Make Slaves
  • Sleepers Eat Lead
  • Psalm
  • Treadmill
  • Blood Is Gold
• Smash To Ashes
  • Feed
  • The Goat
  • Behind The Veil
  • The Hunt
  • Sharpening Knives
  • Settlement
  • Archaeology
  • Thirteen Hands
  • Heaven
  • The Taking Tree
• Winged Wolves
  • She'll Know You
  • Heart Beating
  • 1000 Mysteries
  • Electroplated
  • Church And War
  • Simple Servant
  • Jettison
  • Certain Terms
  • Gunpowder Tea
  • Reception
  • Into The Woods

Give the tree soil. Let the tree grow. Then down it will come when the winter winds blow. Give the tree stone so the roots are secure. The branches will hunger and wither, I'm sure. Leave the tree be, living free as a dove. The leaves will atrophy from feeling unloved. Smother the tree with affectionate shears. It's immature fruit will resent you for years. When it comes to the planting and the growing of trees, there's a delicate balance of want and need. Remembering, friend, not a solitary seed ought to grow. When it comes to horticulture and the ways of the earth, you'd better take the harvest for what it's worth; 'til the bountiful and barren have a sameness you will come to know. When it comes to the planting and the growing of trees, there's a delicate balance of love and greed. Both the bountiful and barren are pure and as cold as snow. There once was a boy and he once loved a tree. And he gave and he loved 'til, confused as can be, he wielded a hatchet. It yielded a boat. He sailed from the forest, his wake like a moat. Stay your hatchet, sister.