Sorry Now - Jill Andrews

Watching the wings cut through the clouds Watching the raindrops blinking red and white Thinking of you back on the ground There with a fire burning in your eyes I only halfway apologized And I'll be sorry for now that I couldn't be around Sometimes things refuse to go the way we planned Oh, I'll be sorry for now that I couldn't be around There will be a day that you will understand You will understand (woo) You will understand After a while, you may forget But just in case the memories cross your mind You couldn't know this when I left Under the fire of your angry eyes I never wanted to say goodbye So I'll be sorry for now that I couldn't be around Sometimes things refuse to go the way we planned Oh, I'll be sorry for now that I couldn't be around There will be a day that you will understand You will understand Yeah, stop telling them to pump the bass up Tried to call home, but nobody could wait up Switching time zones, can't pick the pace up I just passed out by the time you wake up Best things come to those who wait And it's bound to get rough on any road you take But don't ever have a doubt and make no mistake I can't wait to come back when I'm going away So I'll be sorry for now that I couldn't be around There are things we have to do that we can't stand Oh, I'll be sorry for now that I couldn't be around There will be a day that you will understand Oh, I'll be sorry for now that I couldn't be around There are things we have to do that we can't stand (Things we have to do that we can't stand) Oh, I'll be sorry for now that I couldn't be around There will be a day that you will understand You will understand You will understand You will understand

I'm sorry Two words I always think After you're gone When I realize I was acting all wrong So selfish Two words that could describe Oh, actions of mine When patience is in short supply We don't need to say goodbye We don't need to fight and cry Oh we, we could hold each other tight Tonight We're so helpless We're slaves to our impulses We're afraid of our emotions No one, knows where the shore is We're divided by the ocean And the only thing I know is The answer it isn't for us No the answer isn't for us I'm sorry Two words I always think After you're gone When I realize I was acting all wrong We don't need to say goodbye We don't need to fight and cry No we, we could, we could hold each other tight Tonight Tonight Tonight Tonight

I'm sorry So sorry That I was such a fool I didn't know Love could be so cruel Oh-oh-oh-oh-uh-oh, oh yes You tell me Mistakes Are part of being young But that don't right The wrong that's been done I'm sorry, so sorry Please accept my apology But love is blind And I was too blind to see Oh-oh-oh-oh-uh-oh, oh yes You tell me mistakes Are part of being young But that don't right The wrong that's been done Oh-oh -oh-oh-uh-oh, oh yes I'm sorry, so sorry Please accept my apology But love was blind And I was too blind, to see

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour