It took one breath and a blink of an eye
For me to feel like melting copper
The dawn was broken by the shimmering cry
Of the years between what's real and what's proper

The time seemed to mock itself
As the night painted your hair in silver and golden
I was lying there pulling the hands of the clock
And wondered if there was something supposed to be molded.

But when the morning dew came
Accompanied by the greyish goodbyes
I swore to myself that I will never talk to children again
They see the reflection of you in my eyes
The one which makes me want to hide the coins in my pockets
So that my hands don't feel like
Melting copper