Copper Rain

Through my sleep and through the streams
Of falling sand like copper rain
I remember what it was like back then
Laying down in the dirt, pried out of hand

I could see someone waiting
Calling me closer to the end
Turning on the light again
I could only feel what wasn't there

Through my sleep and through the streams
Of falling sand like copper rain
I could tell you about everytime I tried to
Figure it out but I know it's right
Like the colour of her eyes or the cells inside
Or the ink in her lines
It has to be alright
Alright