Fortune - Wye Oak

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?