Letra de 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-ah-ah pining
Ah-ah-ah pining
Ah-ah-ah pining
Ah-oh-ooh

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-ah-ah pining
Ah-ah-ah pining
Ah-ah-ah pining
Ah-ah-ooh pining
Ah-ah-ah pi-pining
Ooh-ooh-ooh pining
Ah-ah-ah pining
Ah-ah-ah