Fortune

If it is binding
If it is finding out
Nothing fills the valley in my chest
Only something I knew I'd regret
Or so I figure
Until I find myself
Tugging out the linens on the bed
Leaving no impression where I slept

The truth is always when it's gone, it's gone
And I left you a fortune
And even in the full embrace of love
Is it really just one?

We dream of binding
We dream of finding out
Morning comes and rider rings the hand
As if we are anything but powerless
And so I figure
And here I find myself
Mourning my condition, I can't tell
If it's proof that I am sick or well

But you can't paint a picture of the sun
You can't see it undone
The truth is always when it's gone, it's gone
But I left you a fortune
And even in the full embrace of love
Is it really just one?