Copper Is Restless ('til It Turns to Gold) - Dead Meadow

Wicked kings stand before towers tall

They look to the sky for fire to fall

Copper is restless till it turns to gold

Some burn fast to keep from the cold

I’m sitting here watching a slow day unfold

Bald headed vultures, black feathered crows

Digging around for all they feel they owed

Copper is restless till it turns to gold

With infinite howling out in the cold

I’m sitting here watching a slow day unfold