Текст песни Incredible Bittersweet

Happiness is a hermit that lives on a hill

And speaks to no one

Joy is the money that he buries in the yard

And forgets where it is

He dies and all the neighbors of the world come digging

Finding nothing

But at least they had their little daydream

Incredible bittersweet, yeah

Incredible bittersweet, yeah

Incredible bittersweet, yeah

Incredible bittersweet, I know you well

We're victims of a dual complicity

Villains and heroes, battlescarred and beaming

Taking chances, bought and sold, still scheming

Pretty over the loin with such a bad disposition

Auctioned off to an eager stranger innocent of the danger

Incredible bittersweet, I know you well

And I've made your apologies, made your apologies

Incredible bittersweet, yeah

Incredible bittersweet, yeah

Incredible bittersweet, yeah

Incredible bittersweet, I could paint you a picture

In black and white, black on white, white on black

But I take it all back, I think I'd just paint it gray

Incredible bittersweet, I know you'd love it anyway

Incredible bittersweet, yeah

Incredible bittersweet, yeah

Incredible bittersweet, yeah

A little tale

Happiness is a hermit that lives on a hill

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Joy is the money that he buries in the yard

And forgets where it is

He dies and all the neighbors of the world come digging

Finding nothing

But at least they had their little daydream

Incredible bittersweet, and I know you well

We're grifters of a grim duality, goodness in an evil

Shuffling shards and dealing

All the dances, never sure who's leading

A flipping up of the coin-with such a sick sense of humor

Bluffing illusion of choice in choosing, betting it all and losing

Incredible bittersweet, we've gone to hell

And I make no apologies, make no apologies

Incredible bittersweet, yeah

Incredible bittersweet, yeah

Incredible bittersweet, yeah

Happiness is a hermit that lives on a hill

And speaks to no one

Joy is the money that he buries in the yard

And forgets where it is

He dies and all the neighbors of the world come digging

Finding nothing

But at least they had their little daydream

Happiness is a hermit that lives on a hill

And speaks to no one

Joy is the money that he buries in the yard

And forgets where it is

He dies and all the neighbors of the world come digging

Finding nothing

But at least they had their little daydream