Bitter Coffee Morning

The radio in this cabin plays too soft So we turned the

knob past polite

But the kitchen table still feels a million miles wide

Your coffee went bitter in the cup

(mmm) While we watched the morning light

And we are holding on

to a fading spark

Two shadows dancing in the quiet dark

Oh, we built this home

out of paper walls

And now the winter rain falls (yeah) You left your keys on

the wooden shelf

By the door that always sticks

We spent three long years trying to find a cure

Now we're running out of tricks

And we are holding on

to a fading spark

Two shadows dancing in the quiet dark

Oh, we built this home

out of paper walls

And now the winter rain falls

Just bitter coffee in the cold (ahhh)

And a story left untold