The Fortunate Ones - Evergreen Terrace

We can get to the ocean

Before the end of the sun

We can wash off the ashes

We are the fortunate ones

We can get to the ocean

Against the tempest we run

We can wash off the ashes

We are the fortunate ones

Check your pulse

Make sure that you’re still breathing

Catch your breath

Accept that you’re not dreaming

We saw the swarm rise over the mountains

Held onto hope as we lost track of days

You better run and hide

Carry what you love

Keep it by your side

They’ll leave nothing behind

Our bones picked clean

And the whites pulled from our eyes