Has it been a century, or a couple hours? I don't believe in ancient wisdom, but it’s in the stars Thinking of you each night, just like I was born to I should get a PhD in yearning all the time I've pined for you my whole life Morning noon and night And I'll pine ’till the day I die Yes it's wrong but why? Roses growing backwards in my yard Rain rising up to the sky I fell in your hands it changed the world I challenge a man to want you more Oh, they think they compete with my love, but I've pined for you my whole life Morning noon and night And I'll pine till the day I die Yes it's wrong but why? I hold hands with your shadow Spend a night with your ghost And I can't wait for tomorrow When I can stay home all day, just waste away and Pine for you my whole life Oh, why does it feel so good to pine Every hour, every minute, every year Till the ending of all time