Thrice - Still Life lyrics

On the mantelpiece There's a scrap of leather Like a half remembered truth Or lie And there's a photograph Of a sunlit garden And a sword that seemed to burn With light The way Is closed now And I can't go home The way Is closed now And I can't go home Near the fireplace Black with soot and sorrow And the absence of synecdoche There's a whetted axe With a weathered handle And the weight of it is dear To me The way Is closed now And I can't go home The way Is closed now And I can't go home But what if I What if I just let go? If I just let go