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