New Zealand Pines
John Vanderslice
Letra

Golden gate park
We walked our mondays there
Safe inside our replica

They have a garden there
Where climates of the world
Are laid out on a walking tour

You were my proof
You were my wetsuit
I will be okay
If i can keep
The things i love at bay

Winter light
Falls through south america
Onto new zealand pines

Ranger locked the gates
I took cover under
The dead wood and fragrant vines

You were my proof
You were my wetsuit
I will be okay
If i can keep
The things i love at bay