There's fortune in the furlough
And on the other side
Wrap ourselves in blankets

The coming 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


It's hollow in the harvest
What I've lost I count for gain

Filling up the firmament
Visions of the one you gave away