Bittersweet & Wretched from Triffids & Trees by Anne of the Wolves

Watching with the clouds,
I'm sailing with these hands,
I'm wailing, lost among the merman,
Curtains falling on the stage,
I'm soaring through the air,
And through my head there's nothing there
Or so they think,
But they don't think of me.

Down, down, down.
I'm falling,
Down, down, down,
Into the dark I go.
But I still love you.

Bitter, sweet and wretched,
Bitter, sweet and wretched.

I know it's a show,
And I know it's all for show,
And I know that you know I know,
It hurts me so.
I slip down to the end of my rope,
Seldom climbing,
Grip it burns between my thighs,
I dare you come,
I dare you come with me.

Bitter, sweet and wretched
Bitter, sweet and wretched.

Down, down, down
I'm falling,
Down, down, down
Into the dark I go.
But I still love you.

• Folk
• Gypsy Folk
• Melodramatic Pop
• folk noir
• gypsy
• jazz noir
• Melbourne