Fortune - William Fitzsimmons

There’s fortune in the furlough

On the other side

Wrap ourselves in blankets

The crossing of a bridge so wide, so high

It’s murky in the meadow

As we draw in the lines we threw

And leveraging the ledgers

Forgetting all the blood we drew

But what I do remember

What I do remember is you

What I do remember

What I do remember is you

It’s hollow in the harvest

What I’ve lost I count as gained

Filling up the firmament

Visions of the one you gave away

But what I do remember

What I do remember is you

What I do remember

What I do remember is you