The most autobiographical song, for sure. The forest house in this song is the only version of the forest house on the record that was a real place. We created it, and someone destroyed it. The actual house itself isn't that important, it's used as a metaphor for this crumbling relationship between these two people. The footsteps in the beginning are used to represent me going into the event, and the steps at the end change from forest steps and summer sounds to hollow steps and howling wind. This represents moving past the loss of Part 1, into the long isolative period of Part 2.
lyrics
There is a house in the forest I took you in late spring
Built from scattered wood and rusty nails and sparse furnishing
Your iris matched the sea of grass
Watching the wind blow tangles through our past
Shadows paint the forest floor
It's scattered wood it's a house no more
Torn apart by my own hands
Or that's what you said
But not how I remember it
Caught in the rafters I forbade a forfeit
I asked and plead and I begged and ordered it
There's more than bread I couldn't bring to the table
Well spoken and punctual, I'm incapable
Shadows paint the forest floor
It's scattered wood it's a house no more
Torn apart by my own hands
Or that's what you said
But not how I remember it
Because you forgot about the house
And about me
Now it's buried and covered in leaves.
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