I know a clean way out
the vandals made it low
The day so lean

the nighttime slips in a song
There was a shot way out
down past Varina

I burn my bed and run naked in the Winter

Well oh well the pines are getting to me

consider my life
I´m wild but I´m not free


By all accounts it was a heavy snow
Brown is black by contrast I´m aglow
I hear "Wait. You! I´m a man you´re the beast!"

But I´m just running so how can that be?

Well oh well the pines are getting to me

consider my life
I´m wild but I´m not free
Well oh well the pines are getting to me

believe me my eyes
There´s a thousand left like me


Reconstruct my body capture me in flight
Glue in resin marbles give me shiny eyes
Life like