Bitter Sweet

Lisa Stansfield · In Session [1992]

Bitter sweet

Bitter sweet



I never thought I'd understand

Never thought I could

The way I feel about you

And how much I need your love

How much I need your love



Bitter sweet



If I analysed each feeling

And captured every thought

I'd not be any nearer

To the beating of your heart

The beating of your heart



It's neither pain nor pleasure

Ice cold or tropic heat

Your love is hard to measure

But its taste, mmm, its taste

Is bitter sweet



Bitter sweet

Bitter sweet



Now as I think about you

And the way you make me feel

You hurt me and I doubt you

You smile and my heart heals

Smile and my heart heals



It's neither pain nor pleasure

Ice cold or tropic heat

Your love is hard to measure

But its taste, mmm, its taste

Is bitter sweet



Bitter sweet

Bitter sweet

Bitter sweet

Bitter sweet

Bitter sweet



It's neither pain nor pleasure

Ice cold or tropic heat

Your love is hard to measure

But its taste, mmm, its taste

Is bitter sweet



It's neither pain nor pleasure

Ice cold or tropic heat

Your love is hard to measure

But its taste, mmm, its taste

Is bitter sweet



Bitter sweet

Bitter sweet

Bitter sweet

Bitter sweet

Bitter sweet

Bitter sweet

Bitter sweet