Doyle Martin - Bending lyrics

Bending blades on the longest of days You've encountered in an ice age Keeping time with an old sun Beating down like it's the last one Oh, aren't you so privileged to witness it fall Your observation makes your twice as small In a day, cut a tall tree in two Build it high in the back by yourself Burn it in the afternoon Oh, aren't you so privileged to witness it fall If you for one minute were moved by it all But if you're not caught in the moment I won't mind I won't set my expectations high where they should be What a slippery slope to climb When I find my feet I would soon retreat To a tower made of ivory Where I'd contemplate the mess I've made And take comfort in the temporary