Lead Crowns and Copper Clouds
There's a girl I knew
Who wore a curtain over her face
That blurred the person underneath
And stole her precious personality
She lived on cloud 9
In a house made of broken hearts
Surrounded by people with lead crowns
Who whispered in her ear
Every day she walked past me
And my special little box
That was made of paper walls
And warnings she didn't hear
One day she met a boy
Who breathed blue smoke
And lived in a laughing abyss
Where they made a deal
He promised her heaven
Where they would ride on copper clouds
And float on eternity's shoulders
While the ground dissolved like tears
Then it all started to happen so fast
She burned down my paper walls
While a girl in a skirt stole her crown
And the boy ran away on their copper clouds
I couldn't breathe in all the blue smoke
She couldn't stand to hear my warnings
The boy fell off eternity's shoulders
And we were all dragged down
Everyone wears a curtain over their face
It's sad how much they love it
Until the illusion is torn down
Dancing to a different beat
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