Sixpence None The Richer
"An Apology"

Music & Lyrics by : Matt Slocum

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 I must confess 

it was a silly thing to say to you 
it was a silly thing to say to you I know