Lyrics
[Verse 1] Kettle on the stove Dust on the picture frame You hum that half-known tune Forget the name Little terraced house Rain on the window seam We planned the great escape And never left the street [Chorus] Bittersweet The days we saved Pressed like flowers on a page Every laugh and every fight Hold me gently Hold me tight Bittersweet I taste it still On the tongue of every “will we Won’t we” thrill We were almost right We were almost right [Verse 2] Your father’s old cassette Spooling its warbled charm Incense in a tea cup Bracelet round my arm You traced my crooked lines Asked me what they meant I said “I’ll love you someday” Then dodged the accident [Chorus] Bittersweet The days we saved Pressed like flowers on a page Every laugh and every fight Hold me gently Hold me tight Bittersweet I taste it still On the tongue of every “will we Won’t we” thrill We were almost right We were almost right [Bridge – Part II] [Band drops to drums Bass And acoustic Lazy swing] Years roll on like Sunday trains (oh) Past stations that we never named I see you in that country bar Boot heel tapping Same old scar If I walked in and said “it’s me” Would you laugh it off Or let it be? Are we two roads that almost crossed Or are we just scared of the cost? [Chorus – Part III] [String and brass swells rise under the band] Bittersweet The days we saved Pressed like flowers on a page Every path we didn’t ride Still runs parallel inside Bittersweet It’s in our tea In the songs we hum when we fall asleep We were almost right (We were almost) right [Outro] [Orchestra blooms Vocals hushed and close] Kettle on the stove Steam in the quiet air I raise a cup for you Like you’re still there
