Remission - Ätna

Sorry, sorry, sorry for the things that I didn’t do

When you wanted me to and that I didn’t call

Maybe, maybe, maybe I was laughing

While you were looking down

Down at all your old familiar things

That won’t alter if you do nothing

This ain’t the first time that you knock on my door

And beg me to let you in once more

My doors are open, but I can’t help you at all

Your eyes are red, your lips are strained

You’re head is bleeding onto your chest

Again, again against the wall

Sorry, sorry, sorry for the things that I didn’t do

When you wanted me to and that I didn’t call

Maybe, maybe, maybe I was laughing

While you were looking down

Down at all your old familiar things

That won’t alter if you do nothing

He, she, it, but it’s never you who does it wrong

You, you you its never me and you’re the heart of it all

Your days pass by with the help of your sly smile

But in the night no one hears your silent cry

Sorry, sorry, sorry for the things that I didn’t do

When you wanted me to and that I didn’t call

Maybe, maybe, maybe I was laughing

While you were looking down

Down at all your old familiar things

That won’t alter if you do nothing

The time will come when the winds are blowing strong

And when you fall from your cloud

I hope it won’t be loud, I hope it won’t be loud

Sorry for the things that I didn’t do

When you wanted me to and that I didn’t call