
The Bitter Suite I & II: Meeting Ms. Leading/Through The Dime The Dear Hunter
"The Bitter Suite I & II: Meeting Ms. Leading/Through The Dime" by The Dear Hunter (#Rock) explores themes of love, loss, and the complexities of relationships. Released in 2009, it features intricate instrumentation and emotional storytelling. The song's unique blend of progressive rock elements enhances its narrative depth, resonating with listeners.

[Part I: Meeting Ms. Leading]
[Verse 1]
She had the summer's smile with winter's skin; she moved
A silhouette to serenade the soul
She spoke with words beyond me and slowly I pulled away
To receive a gesture implying an answer I didn't have
So I then smiled, responding, alarming
"Yes"
[Verse 2]
Her hands were the first that I'd ever felt; she breathed
Her lips hid her tongue from the world; she danced
To the doors, endearing, she carried me
"What's your name?"; conceding, "Ms. Leading"
She kindly suggests to her room
To rest my head, so I responded, unalarming
[Chorus]
Where's her heart, where's her heart?
Mimicking the matriarch
He's naive; blissfully
Ignorant and trusting but
[Chorus]
Where's her heart, where's her heart?
Mimicking the matriarch
He's naive; blissfully
Ignorant and trusting but now
[Verse 1]
She had the summer's smile with winter's skin; she moved
A silhouette to serenade the soul
She spoke with words beyond me and slowly I pulled away
To receive a gesture implying an answer I didn't have
So I then smiled, responding, alarming
"Yes"
[Verse 2]
Her hands were the first that I'd ever felt; she breathed
Her lips hid her tongue from the world; she danced
To the doors, endearing, she carried me
"What's your name?"; conceding, "Ms. Leading"
She kindly suggests to her room
To rest my head, so I responded, unalarming
[Chorus]
Where's her heart, where's her heart?
Mimicking the matriarch
He's naive; blissfully
Ignorant and trusting but
[Chorus]
Where's her heart, where's her heart?
Mimicking the matriarch
He's naive; blissfully
Ignorant and trusting but now
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