Pinus sylvestris green and deep
Where the heavy metals sleep
Brown oxide on a plastic line
Tangled in a needle pine
Voltage humming in the wire
Saturated like a fire
Poles are leaning in the gray
Driving all the ghosts away
Tangled in the magnetic pine
Running out of a steady line
Spinning fast in a plastic shell
Ringing like a rusted bell
Underneath the loam and grit
Where the ancient rootlets knit
I can feel the current flow
Watching all the lichen grow
Tangled in the magnetic pine
Running out of a steady line
Spinning fast in a plastic shell
Ringing like a rusted bell
Saturated tape in the dirt
Feeling every jagged spurt
Copper veins in the cold ground
Looking for a losty sound
Tangled in the magnetic pine
Running out of a steady line
Spinning fast in a plastic shell
Ringing like a rusted bell
Telephone poles stand in a row
Watching all the resins flow
Syllables are clipped and lean
Trapped inside a forest screen
Sift the soil, find the gold
Stories that the needles hold
Break the loop, tear the seam
Waking from a heavy dream
Slowing down to a steady beat
Feeling all the summer heat
Oxide stains on a wooden floor
I can't take the tension more
Tangled in the magnetic pine
Running out of a steady line
Spinning fast in a plastic shell
Ringing like a rusted bell
Spin the reel, let it go
Watch the forest rhythm flow Magnetic pine.
Magnetic pine.
