Pines

Pines (松树) - The Lucksmiths

Since July the thirty first

When the winter did it's worst

I've been pining for a place

Where sleep divides the days

And the ocean keeps those silences at bay

The late last night

I was woken by the murmuring

Of the insects and insomniacs outside

While you slept

I went through all my winter clothes

And quiet was the only thing I kept

With every passing day

Seems more difficult to say

And forgive me if I'm wrong

But you'll forget me when I'm gone

Late last night

I was woken by the murmuring

Of the insects and insomniacs outside

But up til then

I was dreaming of the pines along the promenade

The summer on my skin

It's too long since I saw the sun arising

From the faint curve of an unbroken horizon

I don't mean to suggest I'm getting older

But the city looks it's best over my shoulder