Copper Bangs

With copper bangs she lit my life up
Serenading parts of me that had to learn her song
Sweet ambition
Come along

Tireless free and willing to learn
My on again off again blur
Sweet friction
And pulp fiction was always on

Fair weather lovers come and go
Young lovers dream in sin
I watched in horror with cotton in my ears
With cotton in my chest

Who would give an artist a pen
To put into scripture that which torments them
I’ve been over this before
To which truth do we owe this applause

Fair weather lovers come and go
Young lovers dream in sin
I watched in horror with cotton in my ears
With cotton in my chest

And then we get to you
Unrest has always been your virtue
And then we get to you
Unrest has always been your virtue
And then we get to you
Unrest has always been your virtue

Fair weather lovers come and go
Young lovers dream in sin
I watched in horror with cotton in my ears
With cotton in my chest