A little light looks through, her bedroom window.
She dances and I dream, she's not so far as she seems,
Of brighter meadows, melting sunsets,
Her hair blowing in the breeze.
And she can't see me watching.
I'm thinking, love.

It's bittersweet, more sweet than bitter, bitter than sweet
It's a bitter sweet, surrender

I said I'm older now. I work in a city. We live together.
But it's different than my dream.
Morning light fills the room. I rise.
She pretends she's sleeping.
Are we everything we wanted?
I'm thinking, love.

I said I know we don't talk about it.
We don't tell each other...
All the little things that we need.
We work our way around each other
As we tremble and we... as we tremble and we bleed.


~Big Head Todd and the Monsters