[Verse] Hands worn slow, they meet the blade and grain, Silent rhythm in the fading light remains. Two shadows cast across the cold, dry ground, Splitting stories without a single sound. [Pre-Chorus] The weight of years, the space between, In every crack, what might have been. [Chorus] Split the wood, break the night, Echoes soft, dimming light. Words unsaid, but understood, Brother and sister in the firewood. [Verse] The scent of pine, a whispered farewell, In every piece, a tale we never tell. Fingers numb, but hearts still close, Silent notes in a quiet prose. [Pre-Chorus] The weight of years, the space between, In every crack, what might have been. [Chorus] Split the wood, break the night, Echoes soft, dimming light. Words unsaid, but understood, Brother and sister in the firewood. [Bridge] No need for sound to carry what’s inside, In the fall of the blade, old wounds collide. Breath held close, the cold wind knows, The warmth we lost, the silence shows. [Chorus] Split the wood, break the night, Echoes soft, dimming light. Words unsaid, but understood, Brother and sister in the firewood. [Outro] Split the wood, Split the wood, Brother and sister in the firewood.