Wind in the Pines - Hundreds

We took an oath:

Let’s meet at number four tonight

Our days are lakes

We listen to their pounding hearts

And chant away

Swim into the dark

The trees are growing into our room

Wind in the pines

We’re wide awake

The clock strikes four

They’ll be our home for evermore

Evermore

Evermore

We shed our skin

And wave at each other’s former selves

A fleeting glance

Do you see the pines?

The trees are growing into our room

Wind in the pines

We’re fast asleep

The clock strikes four

The wind’s our all-comprising score

For evermore

Evermore

Evermore