Tác giả : Sixpence None the Richer
Người đăng : administrator, 14 năm trước
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 
 
we know