Pinesong

The time has come for giving up

I have lost

I wanted once to become what

I cannot



Why come to me so full of dreams?

Well, go on

With feathered keys you're mocking me

I am locked



It's easier to pine

To pine



I can feel it

Through the fields of graves

A beating heart

While, rolling hills are

Roaming through my veins

And open arms

And all is full of smoke



Ah pining

Ah pining

Ah pining,



The words you speak

Stir things in me that I thought (that I thought)

Were gone

Their faint white heat

Melts centuries

Deep in frost



I can feel it

Through the fields of graves

A beating heart

While, rolling hills are

Roaming through my veins

And open arms

And all is full of

Hope



Ah pining

Ah pining

Ah pining,