Where I gaze into her eyes, wondering who is telling lies.
These sweet stolen moments are craved all the time,
Inside intense emotions, outside I’m just fine.
There are times I’ve touched her soul and I feel that I have reached her.
No common sense to spoil the dream this is not a sordid scheme.
Embrace, then she’s leaving, the world closes in,
And then she looks back, I see her smile, it’s alright for awhile.
Bitter sweet, it’s bitter sweet,
it’s a loving kind of torture,
When I’m with her the taste is sweet.
When she’s gone it’s bitter.
She says I’m just using her and living for the moment.
That’s not so, it’s time to go, leaving’s such a torment.
Sometimes I just don’t know, going with the flow.
Maybe one day, she’ll call and say,
That this is our last day.
I don’t feel a cheap thrill when we are together,
right or wrong it feels so good, though only short-lived pleasure.
Bitter sweet, it’s bitter sweet,
it’s a loving kind of torture,
When I’m with her the taste is sweet.
When she’s gone it’s bitter.
