My Finest Misfortune

To the one who's broken, the one who's lost, and waiting for some comfort

Wisdom speaks in the darkest parts, but few can understand it

She gives and she takes it away

The sun and the moon, the sky and the rain

Her love is just the same

So many questions, so much undone, I am my finest misfortune

Who I am and where I was, like a string of weary ambition

But she paints all the rooms with her name

Truth or deceit, criminals and saints

Her love is just the same

I cannot sleep, I have a weary head and I'm circling the rafters

Above the day, my dreams and debts

Oh, I am tumbling after

The wheels spin around in the sand

For better or worse, ruin or fame

Her love is just the same