The Fortunate Ones - Amy Speace

We are the drunks and the dreamers

The criers and cheaters

The ones you’ll find down on our knees

We are the fortunate ones

We are the fortunate ones

We are fleers and fighters

Lying back biters

Begging against a reprise

We are the fortunate ones

We are the fortunate ones

We’re the lovers and liars

Starting small fires

Burning our hearts to the ground

And we are the fortunate ones

We are the fortunate ones

We are greedy and growling

Full moon howling

If only they hear it out load

We are the fortunate ones

We are the fortunate ones

We are the fortunate ones

The fuel in this crazy machine

For dreaming the things that we dream

For saying the things that we say when we say

We are light of day sleepers

Midnight mistreaters

Keeping the monsters at bay

We are the fortunate ones

We are the fortunate ones

We are the fortunate ones

The fuel in this crazy machine

For dreaming the things that we dream

For saying the things that we say when we say

We’re the raging pretenders

The five time offenders

Hurting nobody more than ourselves

We are the fortunate ones

We are the fortunate ones

We’re impossible light

And we’re holding on tight

To hearts we took down from the shelves

We are the fortunate ones

We are the fortunate ones