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

Ah pining… [x4]

The words you speak
Stir things in me that I thought
Were gone
Their faint white heat
Melts centuries
Deep in frost

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 hope

Ah pining… [x7]