Can you hear the snowy pines
Hushing out the sound
Of midnight�s kiss and things amiss
And of broken vows

I found them there
In the moon�s sweet stare
Trembling from the cold

She told me we
Were meant to be
But lying is getting old

Can you hear the sunlit pines
Dampening the sound
Of daylight�s breath and my lover�s death
And of broken vows

They found them there
In the sun�s bright glare
Stillness like a stone

She told me we
Were meant to be
But lying is getting old