The Shadow of that Tree Lyrics

He paved his own road to become a man

His father was a red flag, an unlucky hand

Distance gave perspective he could understand

He felt the breeze of flight under his mother's span

Above the shadow of that tree

He catches his mother's eyes, pry into his soul

And wonders if she sees that monster smiling at those windows

Scared to be the remnants of a bad dream

Or the echoes that remain of his dad's screams

He unravels genes, emotions and memories

In search of anything remotely hereditary

Their DNA that weaves the same, venom through his veins

He liberated from, severing that second name

Hugs can constrict, starve you of breath

Held hands, can pull apart... clench

See he watched that tall oak communicate with branches

Clasped around throats, hopes go unanswered

Soaked up hurt, grew cold and alert

In order to clean , a sponge must know dirt

He refused to be lowered by that label of a father's son

Raised by an angel, moonlit in martyrdom

He paved his own road to become a man

His father was a red flag, an unlucky hand

Distance gave perspective he could understand

He felt the breeze of flight under his mother's span

Above the shadow of that tree

Somewhere in the trenches...of his adolescence

Stood a door between him and a wolf's aggression

It unsettled him, wrestling who to let in

To wonder was that claw war, or protection

Affection and acceptance can't be quantified

2.4 summarises, why he feels so ostracised

In a picket fence village from a wholesome road

Street lamps flicker over broken homes

Alone he'd escape into chords and keys

Where he could be more than just fallen leaves

He found father figures in those figurines

Had dreams they'd smash his unease into smithereens

A jigsaw with a missing piece struggles with its imaging

Until he found colours to fill within that lineage

He refuses to be lowered by that label of a father's son

Raised by an angel, moonlit in martyrdom

He paved his own road to become a man

His father was a red flag, an unlucky hand

Distance gave perspective he could understand

He felt the breeze of flight under his mother's span

Above the shadow of that tree