Sixpence None The Richer - An Apology
from the album "The Fatherless And The Widow"
Questions flew and words were
Hurled into the air and when the
Smoke had cleared I saw you lying there I
Used my words like bullets in a gun to pick
Your ego off like skeet flung in the gallery of fools
Too many words come from my mouth I wish
Would remain unsaid oh I've had to eat them
All and now again I must confess
It was a silly thing to say to you it was a silly
Thing to say to you I know
We know