Southern Pines
Moonlight drapes in the southern pines
Shadows weave through the tangled vines
The distant streams call to you
And the distant streams filter through
Hold the night,
Hold the night inside of you
While the sun burning bright
when the day, losing light
And the heart can’t decide
Walking on broken glass
in memories of a distant past
Scraping the bottom, in the grey
Bleeding the bottle, cast away
Hold the night,
Hold the night inside of you
While the sun burning bright
when the day, losing light
And the heart can’t decide
Hold the night,
Hold the night inside of you
While the sun burning bright
when the day, losing light
And the heart can’t decide