Bitter

The half-moon is aching, bitter and sad

We are wet. we are stripped to the bone

It's out of our hands, the dream we're bound to dream

We are wet, always alone

How many ways can you say goodbye

That was nothing

Just a little something

How many days were in dreaming

In many ways just a lie

In better days I'd be dreaming

As my life passed me by

Now pardon me for trying

Trying to tear apart

And pardon me for lying

It's just easy, so easy, to start