Pure Fortune

Our days hang hours by string
Stuck here in this clover road go-round
When I feel your cold, hard hand on my back
I think back to when we used to gain some ground

And then we lost it
Our photographs now faded by the sun
Then the rain came and turned everything to junk
You said we didn't need it but I'm sorry that I promised you pure fortune

These gods will have their way
Vesuvius is glowing from the west
Running past graffiti on the Via Consolare
I think back to when we used to be our best

And then we lost it
Our running lungs are hung up on the ash
The heat has turned our flurry thoughts to glass
You said we didn't need it but I'm sorry that I promised you pure fortune

Dig it up, dig it up
Pure fortune



Credits
Writer(s): Scott Houston
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