Mothers - Copper Mines Lyrics

copper mines

stillness of limbs
i am hardly what i say i am i've imagined you
one hundred pennies underneath my tongue
and my soft dumb heart grows stale at the thought of it
what i have to give
is small but at least i can admit it but the sum of it may add up
to your pin-pricked finger
or the number of times
i've dreamt it
this is me combing your hair
in the wrong direction
this is me mouthing words to you from the longest distance
i've buried you in copper mines never mine never mine nevermind