Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Pines, artist - Portugal. The Man. Date of issue: 17.07.2006
Song language: English
The Pines |
| Will we live polite or travel legs? |
| Legs that travel time, but believe i can |
| Mine that yellow gold where the horses ride |
| Next i’ll believe in the guillotine |
| Don’t carry all that weight upon you |
| You’ll feel better soon, i know you will |
| Busy soul feels heavy under |
| These electric machines |
| Swinging mighty hard |
| Swinging mighty fast |
| Under coal trains that are deep with fill |
| Clouds forming eyes and the rings |
| The horses always ride so much faster, son |
| Don’t carry all that weight upon you |
| You’ll feel better soon, i know you will |
| Busy soul feels heavy under |
| These electric machines |
| Will we break free or will we fail? |
| With the coal that’s alight at the fingertips |
| Such a shiny, covert-run addiction |
| That smile gnashes swords and scissors that cut |
| Bellies that hold with the shoveling snow |
| Shiny red pains empty into new homes |
| Will we break free or will we fail? |
| With the coal that’s alight at the fingertips |
| Don’t carry all that weight upon you |
| You’ll feel better soon, i know you will |
| Busy soul feels heavy under |
| These electric machines |