Every time I go back home
Brush the leaves off the stone
From the grave I look up the hill
Same old trees stand there still
And it's a little bit sweet
It's a little bit bitter

In my old bed I fall asleep
And the spirits visit me
I wake up and I'm all alone
Stuck inside my skin and bone
It's a little bit sweet
It's a little bit bitter

Bittersweet
That's the way
Love is made to be

As I hold my little boy's hand
Feel him growin' up so fast
And my father holds on to mine
Feel him shakin' hands with time
And it's a little bit sweet
It's a little bit bitter

Bittersweet
That's the way
Love is made
Bittersweet
That's the way
Love is made to be