Bitter Thing, words

From the CD “BITTER THING”

Into the Night ©Belli/Lambrou/Schoenmeier
In my darkest hour I’m still making jokes
People all around me but I’m still alone
I sit and light another smoke
And into the night I go

I’m like the stars at night when the galaxy glows
Hide in the shadows of daylight then put on a show
I close my eyes and take it slow
And into the night I go
Into the night I go

It feels just like the old times it must be you know
If feels just like a school night so I gotta go

(Solo)

Tonight I’m someone different not someone you know
I’m having conversations but nobody’s close
I sit and light another smoke
And into the night I go
Into the night I go

It feels just like the old times it must be you know
If feels just like a school night so I gotta go
It feels just like a school night so I gotta go
I gotta go
I gotta go
I gotta go

Bitter Thing © Belli/Lambrou/Schoenmeier
Changed my life to be there for you
Changed my mind tried to think like you
Sold the house and I moved away
Started fresh like a brand new day

Empty of promises
Done with the souvenirs
Throw off a broken ring
Swallow a bitter thing

Open arms reaching out to you
Open heart nothing but the truth
You turn away possibility
Shut the door throw away the key

Empty of promises
Done with the souvenirs
Throw off a broken ring
Swallow a bitter thing

What did you think I’d be here waiting for you
Couldn’t you see I had something better to do
Maybe you’re not so clever after all

Fretz ©Belli/Keller/Schoenmeier
I try to walk on the line
A cool beam of light in my eyes
I walk out on a limb thinking of him
But somehow I get through the night

I choke on the air that he breathes
Somehow in his belief he thinks his money makes him
He laughs and he grins
But in the true conversation you’ll see

(solo)

He calls me from the back 9
Feel like I’m wasting his time
But how would he know
When he’s blinded by snow
And the greed that fucks up his mind

Ghost of Yesterday ©Belli/Schoenmeier/Walbridge
What once ran hot now is cold
A river of life dried up and gone
A ticking clock on the wall
Deaf dumb and blind no sound at all

Red lips like wine and eyes so blue
The memories I have of you
I feel your touch deep in my dreams
I know it’s real or so it seems

Chorus:
You’re the ghost of yesterday
When your laughter filled the air and the world was ours to share
You’re the ghost of yesterday
And I have it here your heart’s my souvenir

Your thoughts your smile your voice so clear
I scream out loud as though you’re here
I lie awake I feel the tears
Down on my face but you’re not here

Chorus

Eyes of red and lips of blue, that is the last thought I have of you.

Shooting Stars ©Lambrou/Schoenmeier
Look around at all this beauty
Do you think it lasts forever
There is nothing but this moment
There is nothing like forever

Come with me now don’t turn around don’t be afraid
Follow me now stop looking down
You’ll miss the shooting stars

There are flowers blooming later
But it’s better late than never

Come with me now don’t turn around don’t be afraid
Follow me now stop looking down
You’ll miss the shooting stars

Blood and Wine ©Lambrou/Schoenmeier
Stand in the sun, warm with her arms around me
Grow my hair long, safer when I’m surrounded

Cold as my heart seems to be, old as my spirit feels to me
Break through it all and maybe I’ll fall eventually

I see the stars inside your eyes
Do you see mine
I hear the blood inside your veins
Red like the wine

Damage is done, forgiven and forgotten now
The farther I run the closer I get to knowing how

I see the stars inside your eyes
Do you see mine
I hear the blood inside your veins
Red like the wine
Rushing like secret rivers through flesh and bone
Shining like ancient diamonds and cutting through stone

Once was a house high on a ridge
Across a green meadow and over a bridge
Sentinel stands over Gettysburg
Steam floating up from the summer ground

A hole in the wall, a hole in her head
Sweet Jennie alone in the kitchen is dead
Soldiers are haunting old Gettysburg
Lives left behind on the sacred ground

Chorus:
Whispers come out of the trees
Voices rise up from the shimmering leaves
As far as your eyes want to see
No matter how long you pray in the mist on your knees
The shadows will never go home

Thousands of men, thousands of horses
Rot in the sun these American corpses
When the good people of Gettysburg
Bury the dead in the blood-soaked ground

Chorus

She’s got skin just like a rosebud, everyone knows
She’s got a smile just like the sun, everyone sees
Is she coming apart all along the seams
Is she just playing a part in all the dirty boys’ dreams

She does fine paying the bills, it isn’t so tragic
Good red wine, a couple of pills, the camera makes magic
But is she coming apart all along the seams
Or is she just playing a part in all the dirty boys’ dreams

Secret world: she’s your girl for tonight
Draw the shades, turn off the light
It’s alright
It’s alright
She’s alright