© 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,