Remoted at twilight ripped hold-ups cover my face. Eyes are sore, words are gone, poisened blood-cells started a race. Nothing lasts, nobody stays, pill by pill we fade away. All that life drips through all hands but the pine surely will stay. Nomore sips of wine-high is the pine Falling of the line-high is the pine Got the golden shine-high is the pine Forever anytime-high is the pine Legends got burried, even I smashed myself on the floor. Dusty clouds surround my mind, may your trunk know what it's for. Once a circle, later a square, kiss by kiss, affair by affair. All that life drips through all hands but the pine surely won't care. Nomore sips of wine-high is the pine Falling of the line-high is the pine Got the golden shine-high is the pine Forever anytime-high is the pine