Aged Pine by Della Mae
I built this heart, like an aged pine
I built this heart, like a wild mountain cave
I built this heart, tangled up in tall vines
I built this heart, like the summer rain
I saw the light, burnt a hole through the darkness
I followed you home, but kept hold of my pain,
'cause I left before and that loss still haunts us,
but now I've come back to wash out the stains.
Chorus
Why does the clock dictate what is time?
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