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.
Oh, oh, oh, pining.
*Repeat throughout the remainder of the song*
