I'm not making excuses I'm not making amends Are we saving face, on a day of confusion Or clearing the air
All the doors flew open swinging in anger Slamming back and forth Shaking shaking, breaking more Down into the floor Is there something you could say Is there something you could do Stop the memories from drifting away
I'm not, not, making excuses I'm not making amends Are we saving face on a day of confusion Or clearing the air
When we try to walk away, when we turn our backs and smile Will we see the past that haunts us now? When we try to walk away, when we turn our backs and smile Will we see the past that haunts us now?
If I say I'm sorry, if I say I'm sorry, one more time
Thinking those days will be coming back Thinking those are gone Thinking those days will be coming back Thinking those are gone Thinking those days will be coming back Thinking those days will be coming back Thinking those days will be coming back
Again and again Again and again those days those days Again and again Again and again those days those days days days daysTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
