Back in the pines
Always that cold twitch with the wind
My youth spent far away from strangers
My youth now spent
Not a bad, but just an eventual thing
Thoughts of the future feeding me cleaner fuel than my thoughts of the past
Back in the pines
Always that cold twitch with the wind
My youth spent far away from strangers
My youth now spent
Not a bad, but just an eventual thing
Thoughts of the future feeding me cleaner fuel than my thoughts of the past