In the Pine Barrens
Where we go, where we sleep
Is the place where the wind
The wind blows and water's deep
You can hide your head
And disappear for a while
In the thick trees and tall grass
Natures gateway, natural turnstile
So meet me there
When the Sun is hanging low
Don't brush your hair
Only thing you need is to go
With your heart in your hands
Intent on burying in the sand
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 3:22 PM UTC
In the Pine Barrens
Where we go, where we sleep
Is the place where the wind
The wind blows and water's deep
You can hide your head
And disappear for a while
In the thick trees and tall grass
Natures gateway, natural turnstile
So meet me there
When the Sun is hanging low
Don't brush your hair
Only thing you need is to go
With your heart in your hands
Intent on burying in the sand
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