Song | Pinesong |
Artist | A Fine Frenzy |
Album | Pines |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[01:23.269] | The time has come for giving up |
[01:30.899] | I have lost |
[01:32.959] | |
[01:39.19] | I wanted once to become what |
[01:46.269] | I cannot |
[01:48.820] | |
[02:10.600] | Why come to me so full of dreams? |
[02:18.230] | Well, go on |
[02:20.110] | |
[02:25.980] | With feathered keys |
[02:29.790] | You're mocking me |
[02:33.420] | I am locked |
[02:35.650] | |
[02:41.960] | It's easier to pine |
[02:47.770] | |
[02:49.460] | To pine |
[02:51.980] | |
[02:54.230] | But |
[02:55.230] | I can feel it |
[02:56.480] | Through the fields of graves |
[02:59.540] | |
[03:00.100] | A beating heart |
[03:02.230] | While |
[03:02.790] | Rolling hills are |
[03:04.40] | Roaming through my veins |
[03:05.920] | And open arms |
[03:08.540] | |
[03:09.480] | And all is full of smoke |
[03:14.890] | |
[03:15.640] | Ah pining… |
[03:19.380] | |
[04:00.680] | The words you speak |
[04:03.430] | |
[04:04.370] | Stir things in me that I thought |
[04:10.470] | |
[04:12.530] | Were gone |
[04:15.400] | |
[04:16.210] | Their faint white heat |
[04:19.340] | |
[04:19.840] | Melts centuries |
[04:23.790] | Deep in |
[04:24.420] | Frost |
[04:26.290] | |
[04:32.40] | I can feel it |
[04:34.350] | Through the fields of graves |
[04:38.160] | A beating heart |
[04:40.100] | While |
[04:40.540] | Rolling hills are |
[04:41.790] | Roaming through my veins |
[04:44.230] | And open arms |
[04:47.350] | |
[04:47.980] | And all is full of |
[04:53.320] | |
[04:54.10] | Hope |
[04:57.320] | |
[04:58.70] | Ah pining… |
[05:03.510] |
[01:23.269] | The time has come for giving up |
[01:30.899] | I have lost |
[01:32.959] | |
[01:39.19] | I wanted once to become what |
[01:46.269] | I cannot |
[01:48.820] | |
[02:10.600] | Why come to me so full of dreams? |
[02:18.230] | Well, go on |
[02:20.110] | |
[02:25.980] | With feathered keys |
[02:29.790] | You' re mocking me |
[02:33.420] | I am locked |
[02:35.650] | |
[02:41.960] | It' s easier to pine |
[02:47.770] | |
[02:49.460] | To pine |
[02:51.980] | |
[02:54.230] | But |
[02:55.230] | I can feel it |
[02:56.480] | Through the fields of graves |
[02:59.540] | |
[03:00.100] | A beating heart |
[03:02.230] | While |
[03:02.790] | Rolling hills are |
[03:04.40] | Roaming through my veins |
[03:05.920] | And open arms |
[03:08.540] | |
[03:09.480] | And all is full of smoke |
[03:14.890] | |
[03:15.640] | Ah pining |
[03:19.380] | |
[04:00.680] | The words you speak |
[04:03.430] | |
[04:04.370] | Stir things in me that I thought |
[04:10.470] | |
[04:12.530] | Were gone |
[04:15.400] | |
[04:16.210] | Their faint white heat |
[04:19.340] | |
[04:19.840] | Melts centuries |
[04:23.790] | Deep in |
[04:24.420] | Frost |
[04:26.290] | |
[04:32.40] | I can feel it |
[04:34.350] | Through the fields of graves |
[04:38.160] | A beating heart |
[04:40.100] | While |
[04:40.540] | Rolling hills are |
[04:41.790] | Roaming through my veins |
[04:44.230] | And open arms |
[04:47.350] | |
[04:47.980] | And all is full of |
[04:53.320] | |
[04:54.10] | Hope |
[04:57.320] | |
[04:58.70] | Ah pining |
[05:03.510] |
[01:23.269] | The time has come for giving up |
[01:30.899] | I have lost |
[01:32.959] | |
[01:39.19] | I wanted once to become what |
[01:46.269] | I cannot |
[01:48.820] | |
[02:10.600] | Why come to me so full of dreams? |
[02:18.230] | Well, go on |
[02:20.110] | |
[02:25.980] | With feathered keys |
[02:29.790] | You' re mocking me |
[02:33.420] | I am locked |
[02:35.650] | |
[02:41.960] | It' s easier to pine |
[02:47.770] | |
[02:49.460] | To pine |
[02:51.980] | |
[02:54.230] | But |
[02:55.230] | I can feel it |
[02:56.480] | Through the fields of graves |
[02:59.540] | |
[03:00.100] | A beating heart |
[03:02.230] | While |
[03:02.790] | Rolling hills are |
[03:04.40] | Roaming through my veins |
[03:05.920] | And open arms |
[03:08.540] | |
[03:09.480] | And all is full of smoke |
[03:14.890] | |
[03:15.640] | Ah pining |
[03:19.380] | |
[04:00.680] | The words you speak |
[04:03.430] | |
[04:04.370] | Stir things in me that I thought |
[04:10.470] | |
[04:12.530] | Were gone |
[04:15.400] | |
[04:16.210] | Their faint white heat |
[04:19.340] | |
[04:19.840] | Melts centuries |
[04:23.790] | Deep in |
[04:24.420] | Frost |
[04:26.290] | |
[04:32.40] | I can feel it |
[04:34.350] | Through the fields of graves |
[04:38.160] | A beating heart |
[04:40.100] | While |
[04:40.540] | Rolling hills are |
[04:41.790] | Roaming through my veins |
[04:44.230] | And open arms |
[04:47.350] | |
[04:47.980] | And all is full of |
[04:53.320] | |
[04:54.10] | Hope |
[04:57.320] | |
[04:58.70] | Ah pining |
[05:03.510] |