Don't believe in anything anymore,
And God is a dagger, sharp and ready for war.
If you're hearing things kinda creepy or sort of strange,
Is it me or you, I don't know who's more deranged?
Sorrow like a lottery,
It picked us out for misery,
And I'm sorry that you're tired
I'm pining for a copper girl.
Wish I wasn't you and you weren't me,
That is we're still the same with different lives or destinies.
And if you believe in things, kinda silly or sort of strange
Is it me or you, I don't know who's more deranged?
Sorrow like a lottery,
It picked us out for misery,
And I'm sorry that you're tired
I'm pining for a copper girl
I'm pining for a copper girl
I'm pining for a copper girl.
If you have a fondness for expertly wrought roots-rock with sharp lyrics and aching vocals, look no further—“Strangers” is for you. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 8, 2022