Part of the Landscape - The Copyrights

Part of the Landscape

You didn’t lose your crown

It’s just melted down

And you mixed it up in a highball cup

So you drink alone in a Bucky dome

On a high up hill with tastes that kill

And you look on down

At an old coal town

It’s almost alright

When the sun sets right

But it’s a cloudy sky

So you can’t deny

It’s exactly as cold

And empty as it looks

I just can’t look

This past it’s everywhere I turn

Just crumbling, nothing left to burn

This rust ain’t going anywhere

It’s part of the landscape now

It’s the color of your hair

So you’ll die alone in an Eichler home

And you look around at

A town burned down

Now you half-ass pray for a drop of rain

It’s exactly as desert dry as you’d expect

What did you expect?

This past it’s everywhere I turn

Just crumbling, nothing left to burn

This ash ain’t going anywhere

It’s part of the landscape now

It’s the color of my hair