Just to say we're sorry, For the black eyes and bleeding lips When it's hard to forget How many lies we've told.
Oh, How we go, Before I said goodbye So let's scrape our knees on the playground.
It's not your fault, You feel okay It's too late in the day It's not your fault, You feel betrayed You can't come out to play.
I never listened to a word you never said. I never listened to a word you never said.
Wasting the hours now, We're all suckers for tragedies We'll start things over again, And you'll bring us to our knees.
When sunrise comes, And the story will sell, There'll be a hundred papers, So we'll fight all you want.
It's not your fault, You feel okay It's too late in the day It's not your fault, You feel betrayed You can't come out to play.
I never listened to a word you never said. I never listened to a word you never said.
So raise your hands up high And let this rain pour. So raise your hands up high And wash us away.
We still have got each other.
You look just like your mother You look just like your father Forgive me, my father, The sun is smiling, So let roses be red?
Sent by: Adri Watkins (LoSt GirL)
Compositores: Darran Smith (PRS), Gareth Royston Davies (Gareth Davies) (PRS), Kris Roberts (PRS), Matthew Lee Davies Kreye (Matt Davies) (PRS), Ryan Richards (PRS)Editor: Headstrong Music Publishing Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 2005ECAD verificado obra #21155830 e fonograma #1119842 em 17/Jun/2024 com dados da UBEM