| Song | These Pines |
| Artist | Kasey Chambers |
| Album | The Captain |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Chambers | |
| These pines are not the ones that | |
| I'm used to | |
| They won't carry me home when | |
| I cryAm 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[Unverified] | |
| 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 |
| zuo qu : Chambers | |
| These pines are not the ones that | |
| I' m used to | |
| They won' t carry me home when | |
| I cryAm 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 Unverified | |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Chambers | |
| These pines are not the ones that | |
| I' m used to | |
| They won' t carry me home when | |
| I cryAm 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 Unverified | |
| 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 |