Lyric 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 turn if I try
Should I trade my soul for another
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.

Di I stumble or falter my words
When I m saying everything is all right
I m not one to release my depression
But these trees bring it out every night
Well i don t talk cos I m trying to listen
To the wind take me home through these leaves
But it s quiet and don t hear nothing
Cos the wind doesn t blow through these trees