Redwood

I am redwood, Heaven's throne

With ancient roots, and stunted growth

The silence spoke, the forest proud

To steal our soil, and ship it off

Came the woodsman, with bags of gold

Axe of copper, with frames of oak

The vow I gave, is vows they've burned

To warm the world, what's mine is yours

Is this all that you'll ask for?

Is this all that you'll ask for?

Is this all that you'll ask for?

Is this all that you'll ask for?

No

I am Redwood, forever old

The soil scoffs, the warm wood glow

Cone fates, it was mine to create

That was the hand, music the shape

Is this all that you'll ask for?

Is this all that you'll ask for?

This song is over

Is this all that you'll ask for?

Is nothing sacred? No one sane?

Just pick your heart up off the page

With nothing sacred. With no one sane. We're all gonna burn

With nothing sacred. With no one sane

You'll pick your heart up off the page

With nothing sacred. With no one sane. We're all gonna burn, anyway