Sweet Bitter End

Sweet Bitter End - Susan Cowsill

Sittin' listening to tom tom with a storm creeping in

This old world's gotta veil that is so damn thin

I can see it through the wipers I can feel it in my bones

It's the loneliness of living makes me feel like I'm home

Well I don't know so much but I can say for sure

That if dying was an illness I wanna find a cure

I wanna spend my days rolling in the grass

Counting blade after blade how long could I last

It's true I've got my limits

I never break but I bend

I'm gonna live it 'till the sweet better end

I wanna live it 'til the sweet bitter end

I never really ever thought those old trees would die

I think I'm gonna put my money on the sky

Watching the love that's taken from us and the babies being born

The rug's ripped out from under never ever being warned

I wanna spend my days rolling in the grass

Counting blade after blade how long would I last

And it's true I got my limits

I never break but I bend

And I'm gonna live it 'till the sweet better end

I gonna save it 'til the sweet bitter end

I wanna live it 'til the sweet bitter end