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