Bittersweet - David Crosby, Graham Nash

On the one side, truth towers like a cliff

On the other side, love dangles by a thread

And here is a climber who cannot find his eyes

And a falling woman wishing she was dead

Both side, why is it always bittersweet?

And the broken cloudy days

When I need the sun’s heat

I need the heat, oh both ways

Why is it always bittersweet

And the broken cloudy days

When I need the sun’s heat

Oh, I need the heat

Why, why is it bittersweet?

And the broken cloudy days

Is when I need the sun’s heat

I need the heat