Pinesong – A Fine Frenzy – letras

The time has come for giving upI have lostI wanted once to become whatI cannotWhy come to me so full of dreams?Well, go onWith feathered keys you’re mocking meI am lockedIt’s easier to pineTo pineI can feel itThrough the fields of gravesA beating heartWhileRolling hills areRoaming through my veinsAnd open armsAnd all is full of smokeAh pining?The words you speakStir things in me that I thoughtWere goneTheir faint white heatMelts centuriesDeep inFrostI can feel itThrough the fields of gravesA beating heartWhileRolling hills areRoaming through my veinsAnd open armsAnd all is full ofHopeAh pining?