Bad Sugar - The Chills

I see you heard humans tread a simple track

Holding old convictions to raise 'em like a flag

Holding folk fictions hidden from attacks

So we watch as they wind the clock back

But then I’m wrong, I know I’m wrong

It’s just people and how they get along with belief

When feeling downbeat, even

Bad sugar makes bitter taste sweet, even

Bad sugar makes bitter

Taste sweet

Taste sweet

Taste sweet

Taste sweet

In the small town library they loan a single book

An impure old mirror with blood upon us all

Of this wide world of wonder you’re scared to take a look

In case of salvation you should

But then I’m wrong, I know I’m wrong

It’s just people and how they get along with belief

When feeling downbeat, even

Bad sugar makes bitter taste sweet, even

Bad sugar makes bitter

Taste sweet

Taste sweet

Taste sweet

Taste sweet

Yes, I know they have nowhere to go

Or the Lord is ignoring their prayer

But when they’re hiding their heads in the sand

Then it seems they’ve been damned by their very own hand

But then I’m wrong, I know I’m wrong

It’s just people and how they get along with belief

When feeling downbeat, even

Bad sugar makes bitter taste sweet, even

Bad sugar makes bitter taste sweet, even

Bad sugar makes bitter taste sweet

Bad sugar makes bitter

Taste sweet

Taste sweet

Taste sweet

Taste sweet