Marcus Eaton - Bittersweet (David Crosby)

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?