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

What if I, what if I just let go?
If I just let go