Pinesong Lyrics

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

Ahh, pining
ahh, pining
ahh, pining
ahh

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

When
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

Ahh, pining
ahh, pining
ahh, pining
ahh, pining...
ahh, pining
ohh, pining...
ahh, pining
ahh

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