Pines on the Hill (with Guests) lyrics

Your last call comes in the morning
It's good to hear your voice

As they cut through me
I see your face the way it was
When I saw you last

As they cut through me
I start to go numb
The heat is cold

Lay still
Feel the floor

My legs give out but I
Want to see your face
One more time before I
Let you go because

I'm never coming home
I'm never coming home