Compositor: Luke Michael John De-Sciscio
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