with the wife of a friend On another night you hope you won't recall And the wine that you're drinkin' doesn't keep you from thinkin' Of the bitter taste
't say it again What was written on the back of his hand You won't say it again Water is holy when it falls from the sky Water tastes bitter when it
And this is my last remainning filter on my last remaining words It's leaving the taste of something bitter on my tongue I'm leaving a letter full of
off the road On his shoulder laid her cheek The bitter taste of smoke The bike between her knees The engine running loud Couldn't hear her if he tried She spoke
them, there was one regiment of Imperial troops for whom the taste of fear was bland compared to the sharp tang of rage which sat bitter upon their noble
enemies in high places laughed Moved to mirrors cracked with heavy lines He rose snowblind, through shifting sands of time Erased the trace and taste of bitter
big deal It's just whiskey under the bridge Let's dance a little closer I'll help you get over The hurt you thought you never could forget The bitter tears you tasted
broken You just can't free yourself An' all the words we've spoken Are buried in the sand The ruptured and the broken The taste of bitter glass Gone
these words I have to make a statement its not every day you are made to realise what you have in front of you. My wounds are healing but this bitter taste
you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly More dearly than the spoken word can tell For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly More dearly than the spoken
land, And the sea fill-up with sand? Will the last word ever spoken be why? Will the last word ever spoken be why, why, why? Will the last word ever spoken
meet you will see I will destroy everything of beauty When we meet then you'll know I'll be the axe that clears the forest When I had my fill and tasted
how far grace will go To be unbroken To be unbroken I've tasted bitter, tasted sweet Embraced the victory, and some defeat I've tasted bitter, tasted
With these words I have to make a statement its not every day you are made to realise what you have in front of you. My wounds are healing but this bitter taste
