Kasey Chambers

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 From Letras Mania