What can be worse Than being lost in the pines And your hand's away from mine What can be worse Than losing your tracks When light turns from white to black I though that I could But I can't find my way back to you And I thought that you would But you won't come and save me In the pines In the pines In the pines What can be worse Than watching our house Burning down in the pines I'll tell you what's worse It's to go back to this house And gather the ashes of our love inside We though that we could But we can't fight our way back from the pines And we thought that they would But they won't come and rescue us In the pines In the pines In the pines