Setting Our Tables

Our forks and knives They work with antlers side by side They’re gnawing at the withered pine Hoping she’s the one As the Red Deer relate to The month of April So do we wait patiently To set our tables Our forks and knives They work with antlers side by side They’re gnawing at the withered pine Hoping she’s the one And my Father’s Bride Is tearing down the mountain side Soon the trees will all align Leaving us with Sons Cast them later than the older ones Until September when they have become Fully covered in a velvet skin Till they're just like the shrubs and saplings they defend As the skin sheds slowly The mount becomes more stable And I would climb to redefine The path if I were able Oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh x2 Our forks and knives They work with antlers side by side They’re gnawing at the withered pine Hoping she’s the one And my Father’s Bride Is tearing down the mountain side Soon the trees will all align Leaving us with Sons Cast them later than the older ones Until September when they have become Fully covered in a velvet skin Till they're just like the shrubs and saplings they defend x2 Till they're just like the shrubs and saplings they defend x2