(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 sides, 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