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