Incredible Bittersweet Lyrics - Judybats

Happiness is a hermit that lives on a hill 

And speaks to no one 

Joy is the money that he buries in the yard 

And forgets where it is 

He dies and all the neighbors of the world come digging 

Finding nothing 

But at least they had their little daydream 

Incredible bittersweet, yeah 

Incredible bittersweet, yeah 

Incredible bittersweet, yeah 

Incredible bittersweet, I know you well 

We're victims of a dual complicity 

Villains and heroes, battlescarred and beaming 

Taking chances, bought and sold, still scheming 

Pretty over the loin with such a bad disposition 

Auctioned off to an eager stranger innocent of the danger 

Incredible bittersweet, I know you well 

And I've made your apologies, made your apologies 

Incredible bittersweet, yeah 

Incredible bittersweet, yeah 

Incredible bittersweet, yeah 

Incredible bittersweet, I could paint you a picture 

In black and white, black on white, white on black 

But I take it all back, I think I'd just paint it gray 

Incredible bittersweet, I know you'd love it anyway 

Incredible bittersweet, yeah 

Incredible bittersweet, yeah 

Incredible bittersweet, yeah 

A little tale 

Happiness is a hermit that lives on a hill 

And speaks to no one 

Joy is the money that he buries in the yard 

And forgets where it is 

He dies and all the neighbors of the world come digging 

Finding nothing 

But at least they had their little daydream 

Incredible bittersweet, and I know you well 

We're grifters of a grim duality, goodness in an evil 

Shuffling shards and dealing 

All the dances, never sure who's leading 

A flipping up of the coin-with such a sick sense of humor 

Bluffing illusion of choice in choosing, betting it all and losing 

Incredible bittersweet, we've gone to hell 

And I make no apologies, make no apologies 

Incredible bittersweet, yeah 

Incredible bittersweet, yeah 

Incredible bittersweet, yeah 

Happiness is a hermit that lives on a hill 

And speaks to no one 

Joy is the money that he buries in the yard 

And forgets where it is 

He dies and all the neighbors of the world come digging 

Finding nothing 

But at least they had their little daydream 

Happiness is a hermit that lives on a hill 

And speaks to no one 

Joy is the money that he buries in the yard 

And forgets where it is 

He dies and all the neighbors of the world come digging 

Finding nothing 

But at least they had their little daydream