these pines

i heard this song for the first time on sunday night. it made me cry and cry and cry. it is so beautiful and so relevant for my move back to melbourne i just had to share it...


These pines

These pines are not the ones that I’m used to
They won’t carry me home when I cry
Am I too far gone to recover
Or can I return if I try
Should I trade my soul for an another
Learn not to complain anymore
Should I stay and pretend that I’m happy
Like so many times before

Yeah these pines
Are not mine
They don’t smell so sweet
Like the ones in my mind
And I search the needles til I run out of time
But I don’t see you in these pines