Copper Mines

Stillness of winds I am hardly what I say I am I've imagined you One hundred pennies Underneath my tongue And my soft dumb heart Grows stale at the thought of it What I have to give Is small but at least I can admit it But the sum of it may add up To your pin-pricked finger Or the number of times I've dreamt it This is me combing your hair In the wrong direction In the wrong direction This is me mouthing words to you From the longest distance From the longest distance I've buried you in copper mines Never mine, never mine Never mind