From the album The Bittersweet

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Written by Maureen Russell
Produced and recorded by Harley Fine at Super 70 Studios in New York,

Lyrics

Little cuts under the skin
Little wounds tell where we’ve been
Little thorns stick in the heart
Little words tear us apart
Little promises on the ground
Little lips not making a sound
Little pieces chipping away
And there’s little left we can say

How many times have we been here
Brewing anger, falling tears
Struggling to find some common ground to stand on

(CHORUS)
THERE’S NO SOLUTION TO IT, JUST HAVE TO GET RIGHT THROUGH IT
IT’S ALL BLACK AND WHITE, NO SHADES OF GREY
WE’LL NEVER SOLVE THIS RIDDLE, BUT I WILL MEET YOU SOMEWHERE IN THE MIDDLE
AND WE CAN LOSE A LITTLE BIT OF OURSELVES ALONG THE WAY

Hear the screaming voice in my head
Hear the wicked words we both said
Hear the final slam of the door
Hear the engine stumble and roar

And I’m left standing in one place
With all these things that I cant face
What happened to the happy end we planned on?

(CHORUS)

Instrumental

One day you’ll wake up all alone
With an emptiness you’ve never known
If we can’t fix this we may find our love’s gone

(CHORUS)
THERE’S NO SOLUTION TO IT, JUST HAVE TO GET RIGHT THROUGH IT
IT’S NOT BLACK AND WHITE, ALL SHADES OF GREY
WE’LL NEVER SOLVE THIS RIDDLE, BUT I WILL MEET YOU SOMEWHERE IN THE MIDDLE
AND WE CAN FIND A LITTLE BIT OF OURSELVES ALONG THE WAY