| Just to say we're sorry | |
| For the black eyes and bleeding lips | |
| When it's hard to forget | |
| How many lies we told | |
| Or how we'd grow | |
| 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 | |
| And can't come now 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 | |
| And start this over again | |
| And you bring us to our knees | |
| As sunrise comes | |
| And the story will sell | |
| A few hundred papers | |
| So we'll follow you up | |
| It's not your fault | |
| You feel okay | |
| It's too late in the day | |
| It's not your fault | |
| You feel betrayed | |
| And 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 on | |
| So raise your hands up high | |
| And wash us away | |
| Like innocence and childbirth | |
| You look just like your mother | |
| And you look just like your father | |
| Forgive him, our father | |
| Your son is smiling | |
| So lay roses around you |