Intro: 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. Oh, oh, oh, pining.