Unpicking A Puzzle - Bernard Fanning

The bottom of the bottle, roll me in the vines

And bury me so deep, all my bones turning white

With silence is a gold, and secrets will abound

The hostage in your conscious, will have tape across his mouth

But tell me how will you find, space for my love

If you spend half your time tyrna cast it off

Unpicking a puzzle can’t be undone

Unpicking a puzzle can’t be undone

The simple repetition, of a lifetime mistake

The road to your ruin was, the easiest to take

Chronic indecision, and determine of the vase

And ragged superstition babe, your future down to waste

Tell me how will you find, space for my love

If you spend half your time tryna cast it off

Unpicking a puzzle can’t be undone

Unpicking a puzzle can’t be undone

Where you gonna run to now

Where you gonna hide your pain

And how you gonna live this down

You were bind in every promise you make

At the bottom of the barrel, drowning in the mud

The hostage hums the melody, the conscious is keeping time

At the bottom of the garden, tangled in the brier

God is making music, the devil is making wine