Let the sun paint the sky and kiss your eyes alive, ‘cause they’ve been bored and haunted

and blue.

Or let the moon be our disguise, the blanket for these eyes, when we have to.

This highway is a tidal wave sometimes,

and like an earthquake at midnight it high stakes and blood stains.

Copper sky, I’ve never felt so high. When I come down tonight

won’t you kindly close my eyes, Copper sky.

So let the lights refract and dull, journey through the valleys

of my skull.

I’ll hold it in like love,

I’m in control.

And when the rain falls for nothing let it drench all our heart strings. Hold on to

whatever keeps you here tonight.