Pinesong
Alison Sudol
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… [x4]
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… [x7]
