Sweeter Than the Rest Joan Osborne

Flood tide below me
With the sun in my eyes
And I reach for the feeling
That the world is my prize

And I'm crossing Brooklyn ferry
With the clouds to my West
And I know why I missed it
Some are sweet, but you were sweeter

Some are sweet, but you were sweeter
Some are sweet, but you were sweeter
Some are sweet, but you were sweeter
Than the rest

Well you climb in my window
And you painted it gold
It was stone recognition
It was truth being told

And we burn down the Winter
With the fire we possess
And I wish you could know this
Some are sweet, but you were sweeter

Some are sweet, but you were sweeter
Some are sweet, but you were sweeter
Some are sweet, but you were sweeter
Than the rest