Copper Bangs کے بول

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