Bittersweet

© Leonie Wheeler and Allan Sinclair 2012
Background:

Funnily enough, this song was one of the earliest I had sent to Allan Sinclair. I was living on Groote Eylandt and he was still in Townsville. I say, funnily, because even though it was an early song, it was the last to be completed, as I was rewriting and fine tuning it up to the last minute before recording it with Brendan Marolla. This is because it was also the last song to be included on the album, as I just couldn’t, not do it.

I love singing it. It touches every fibre of my heartbroken past. This is the break up song that all country albums seem to have. (I am pleased to also have included an “I don’t care about the break up anymore” song in 1-8-0-7-8-0). I want to reassure people that there is life and love after heartbreak.


Lyrics:

Dark, sad eyes, painted lips

Empty smile and

The mirror’s chipped

There’s no glimmer of happiness

In this lonely room

Taxi’s waiting

They’re calling me

I wonder how this came to be

I know I’ve got to be strong


Chorus:

But I’m alive, I’m free

I still believe in me

Bittersweet

A bittersweet place to be


I look around one last time

At what was his

And what was mine

Seemed like our endless love

Had a use by date

Now there’s no reason, no rhyme

No season

There’s no sign

Of love from a faraway time


Chorus


Now, there’s no reason no rhyme

No season, there’s no sign

Of love from a faraway time

In a fairy tale world

Oh when he was never hers

Bittersweet, bittersweet

He was mine


But I’m alive, I’m free

I still believe in me

Bittersweet, bittersweet place to be

Bittersweet, bittersweet,