In the Pines - Widowspeak

In the pines babe

In the pines

Fore told

White lies

Black watter

Shaky hands

Meet me in the hallow river

Kiss like an Indian giver

Black lungs

Take medicine men

Smoke signals

I can see it

Dont loose your American spirit

Second handing every air

This is where we had a smoke

With the savage hearts we

We live where the sun never shines

In the pines babe

In the pines

No one will find us there

In the pines

In the pines

In the pines

In the pines

In the pines

In the pines

No one will find you