I'm sorry

I'm sorry

You break down into tears while I'm watching

I'm sorry, but you, you took me for granted

I couldn't make no mistakes, God was granted

Whoa, sweet Mother, how can you be

So pure and divine when you're beaten?

The sky is crushing down upon the ships of freedom

And while the rivers run wild, you run aground

I'm breaking up with language

Oh, in search of something bigger than this

While the animals are screaming

My ecstasy gives grace

It's time to make mistakes

Ooh, the threshold of our future

Where we lean into the day out of kindness

Can we break it down into the language of nature?

When the sky is your friend, there is no end

Whoa, now this is hurting

You see, we've been givers of pain

And I hate to see you cry

But the life we had has vaporized into the sky

I'm sorry

I'm sorry

I'm sorry

I'm sorry, whoa

I'm sorry, whoa

I'm sorry, oh

I'm sorry

I'm sorry, oh

I am sorry

I am sorry

I am sorry, ah

I'm sorry

I'm sorry

I'm sorry