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
    But
    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

    The words you speak
    Stir things in me 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 Writer/s: ALISON SUDOL, OMAR VELASCO
    Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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