Rachael Sage - Marmelade

The marmelade of your coming clean
A bittersweetness I had never counted on
I abandoned all to be at your side
Only to hear you say your love had died
Still I'd rather hear even bitter truths
We are friends for always there is no denying this
All the knots we've tied ourselves up in willingly
Only to find we are finally free
On the night in question there were questions burning
Like a water breaking in a belly full of light
And in your eyes and in your brows
Looking at young ladies in the audiences
Even though I strummed on your blue guitar
I admit my music was asleep with your dreaming
In the dimly lit room I saw your eyes wander
To the pretty Evas with their cheap perfume
Still I'd rather hear even bitter truths
We are friends for always there is no denying this
All the knots we've tied ourselves up in willingly
Only to find we are finally free
Fiercely searching our love's ceiling I allowed myself too much
Time to realize the hearing loss that I had suffered in your midst
Misty gray confection, powdered sugar in my ears
I could not see, I could not hear the signs that love was bleeding fear
I could not hear, I could see the signs that love was leaving
That love was leaving
Still I'd rather hear even bitter truths
We are friends for always there is no denying this
All the knots we've tied ourselves up in willingly
Only to find we are finally, finally free