Pines

I’m a dead man walking
No future no past
Tell my mother I love her
But there’s blood on my hands
Judgement on every corner
What have I done?
I took you by the wrist
Brought you so far down

And the pines are swinging like hanging men
And the pines are swinging
And the trees are dancing like dancing men
And the trees are dancing

I will walk with the damned
I will drag an axe
In the shadows of desire
The devil will be dancing

You were so very young
And I was under your bed
And just over your shoulder
And breathing down your neck

And the pines are swinging like hanging men
And the pines are swinging
And the trees are dancing like hanging men
And the trees are dancing
Ahhh

And the pines are swinging like hanging men
And the pines are swinging
And the trees are dancing like hanging men
And the trees are dancing