Testo: Triffids (The). In the Pines. In The Pines.

In the pines in the pines

Where the sun never shines

Where we go running when we want to hide

Away from the sky away from the light

Where the overgrown branches conceal what?s inside

In the pines in the pines

Where i take my( bride?)



No place is darker

And no place more still

We make love in the pines

In the shadow of the hill

I?m left with your name

I?m left with your form

Left with your scent

Even left with your moans

And I?m left in this fine and private place

In the pines in the pines

We meet face to face



In the pines in the pines

Where the sun never shines

Where we go running when we want to hide

Away from the sky away from the light

Where the overgrown branches conceal what?s inside

In the pines in the pines

Where i take my (bride?)