"The shape is in the wood" said Mr. Dean, so can I reveal it?
"A poet needs more than the pen, as the physician needs more than the brains"
I beg to answer, but he is too perfect to hear
And so the smothering starts and it ain't gentle enough
Forgive me if I fail, I'm taking all of you with me now
Because I feel it's worth our while
I don't want the shape, I need it, I feel it's every twist
There are other trees, yes I know, far more distant and far more alone
Forgive me if I fail, I'm taking all of you with me now
Because I feel it's worth our while
Don't you walk, don't throw it away
Come with me, together we will ride this pain
Sometimes it feels as if the wood is carving me
It cuts the best, the only good parts of me