Copper

I grew my hair

Fair way down my back

Consequence of not

Finding my mind

In the deck I felt a heart attack

Trick is easy

Just need one of that kind

And I need more of you

More of me

Closed my eyes for

The great horizon view

Clouds have cast us in the statuary

Cold copper

When the green is coming due

Threw a penny in the tide

Even worthless things

Should have a place

Have a place to hide

And the brinkmanship sails

Cross the sea and land

Only way to find out

Where you're gonna stand

And on a playground somewhere

I'm not from

I was a child waiting

For the beating drum

Seesaw splinter sucked my thumb

We saw heaven

But it wouldn't come

Threw a penny in the tide

Even worthless things

Should have a place

Have a place to hide

And I lost it five years back or

Maybe six or more

I'm losing track

Of all the empties now

Twenty-seven feels

A lot like twenty-four

I guess I'll never be

Much holier than thou

The earth is the clue

I know not what to do