Pittsburgh - William Fitzsimmons

Should you survive the fall

From branches we have climbed

And lost yourself in years

The ones we left behind

Should rivers run between

Your frozen heart and mine

And words we spoke so young

Were cast before our time

I’ll come for you

If you want me to

Should all your sons forgive

Their fathers where they fell

And wrap them for the cold

To rest their winters well

I’ll come for you

If you want me to

I’ll come for you

If you want me to

Pittsburgh