℗ Copyright 2026 by Midknightoil Music ☢ -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- 🧶 - Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/3RHtX1sMkxhBIXBxdqftsK 📻 - YouTube Music: https://music.youtube.com/channel/UCuW6er98D210fb6pIcp9jpA 🍎 - Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/artist/midknightoil-music/1771715875 ✖ - X Artist: https://x.com/Midknightoil_M 📽 - TikTok Artist: https://www.tiktok.com/@midknightoil 📸 - Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/midknightoil_music/ 🎧 - Amazon Music: https://music.amazon.com/artists/B0DJCJXCL2/midknightoil-music 💜 - Deezer: https://www.deezer.com/us/artist/284428631 🌐 - Website: https://www.thrownexception.com Author Notes: Copper's turning green is less diminishment than the metal's quiet acquisition of a memory it did not previously possess; the song observes this with due restraint, though stating outright that decay is earned beauty feels almost indecent. [Verse 1] Your hands were the color of weather, Copper abandoned to marry the rain. I thought it was rust, that pale green. Climbing your knuckles like hungry vines. But you called it something softer, An old word, moss on the tongue. Translated to "blessed by the waiting", Blessed by the beauty that remain. [Verse 2] On the roof, the dragons stood holy, Their manes wearing the sea’s patient kiss. I climbed the rungs where the tea was steaming, And watched you hold their faces like this. As if smoothing the cheek of a child, Your thumb tracing the blue-green bloom. Where the metal learned to weep, And the old gods drifted to sleep. [Chorus] Oh, the long becoming, How the wound learns to glow. We are not ruined, you said, We are only embraced slow. Until we shine like jade. Until we shine like jade. [Verse 3] Years later, in the thrift store's hush, I found a bowl with its rim worn to dust. That same blue-green breath, that holy stain, And i wept for the beauty of the falling rain. Of all things left open to weather, And despite surviving this harsh terrain. How they endure as the world touches them, And yet in beauty, still choose to remain. [Chorus] Oh, the long becoming, How the wound learns to glow. We are not ruined, you said, We are only embraced slow. Until we shine like jade. Until we shine like jade. [Bridge] You carried the ocean in your open palms. And let it stay. Let it stay. Let it stay. [Final Chorus] Oh, the long becoming, How the wound learns to glow. We are not ruined, beloved, We are only embraced ever so slow. Until we shine like jade. Until we shine like jade. [Outro] Your hands were the color of weather, Copper abandoned to marry the rain. And i am still learning, To let the sky touch me. So I remain. I remain. I remain. [fade to end]
