Pines

Lyrics

Pines, tall and lean Get picked off one by one Shimmer in the streetlights And shiver in the sun Cold is so mean But what do they know They lean in the wind And sleep in the snow Blight of the spring Was eased by the chill The whisper of leaves Was suddenly still We counted the rings Worked out every hole Sometimes only rats Can sick in the soul [?] The boughs held the heart Of the avenue 'til We wrapped all our lies In trees that took ill And stay here 'til spring And sleep in the snow And let our hearts ache For things that won't grow