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