Bright Copper Kettles

Somethin' filled up my heart with nothin', someone told me not to cry.
But now that I'm older, my heart's colder, and I can see that it's a lie.
Children wake up, hold your mistake up, before they turn the summer into dust.
If the children don't grow up, our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.
We're just a million little god's causin rain storms turnin' every good thing to rust.
I guess we'll just have to adjust.

People try and hide the night underneath the covers.
People try and hide the light underneath the covers.

Come on hide your lovers underneath the covers...

// posted by suze @ 3:07 PM