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[Verse 1] Kettle on Rain in the gutter You hum that tune Under your breath Tea rings stained On the Sunday paper Your hair still wet From the restless night [Chorus] We were a bittersweet caravan Rolling on borrowed time Suitcase hearts and a ceiling fan Turning the days to wine Laughing in photographs Crying in traffic jams We were a bittersweet caravan Never knew who we were Till we ran [Verse 2] You taped maps Over the mirror Lines in red To the edge of the coast Your suitcase Filled with summer Mine with jokes And a decent coat [Chorus] We were a bittersweet caravan Sleeping in seaside towns Chips and a milkshake Holding hands Watching the pier lights drown Arguing which way’s north Kissing at roundabouts We were a bittersweet caravan Both of us in Both of us out [Bridge] [Fingerpicked raga-tinged figure Soft drone under vocal] I still taste cardamom on your tongue (oh) Incense in the hostel hall You read my palm Said the good years come After the pride After the fall [Verse 3] Years slipped by In a clean white kitchen Bills pile high In a silent flat You call up Just to hear me breathing Ask if I Still remember that [Chorus] We were a bittersweet caravan Broken but shining bright Sleeping in stations Holding plans Too big to fit the night Time put its tolls on us We took the long way round We were a bittersweet caravan Now we just wave as the roads run out [Outro] [Orchestral swell Then drop to solo acoustic] Kettle on Rain in the gutter I hum that tune Under my breath Two cups laid At the edge of the table One for you And one for the rest
