Blood Is Wood - Apollo Sunshine

A shattered window,\nThe boy is back she cried.\nHe burned the bed he sleeps in\nBecause we lied to him.\nAnd I don’t want to be here\nWhen he comes back\nSweeping up the ashes\nOf the bride and groom.\nWhen he comes back\nHe’ll rage against the sky\nBecause he knows that\nNothing’s true.\nYou’ve met my uncle\nHe bares the family’s scorn.\nAnd his adopted son in army\nUniform.\nTo be a part of something\nWith the family\nBurning in the ashes\nOf the bride and groom.\nWhen he comes back\nHe’ll rage against the sky\nBecause he knows that\nNothing’s true.\nSlashing out the\nEyes of horses\nOver fifteen years.\nPushing blindly\nDead on course\nThe’ve got him\nBy his ears.\nAnd the blood’s just wood.\nSo he hides inside.\nLike a soldier born\nTo scorch the sky.\nWhen he comes back\nSweeping up the ashes\nOf the bride and groom.\nWhen he comes back\nHe’ll rage against the sky\nBecause he knows that\nNothing’s true.