Contrition
from Bedroom Demo #147
Words and Music by Terry Scott Taylor
©2019 Shape of Air Music
He's wrong
She's right
He knows it, but stands his ground
Just so he can win the fight
He's right
She's wrong
She knows it, but doesn't budge
Because this proves that she is strong
They knew the words
They never spoke
They got stuck inside
Their swollen throats
Pride is the meal
On which they choke
And who's gonna say "I'm sssssorry"?
"Put the gun away, I'm sssssorry"
Who will be strong
By becoming weak?
Who will be left to
Turn the other cheek and say
"I'm sorry"?
He makes his point,
She disagrees
But she won't stop until she
Has him crawlin' round on hands and knees
Her good intent
Was redefined
He's sure she's dissed him, since he thinks that
He can easily read her mind
We're diggin' in,
Love be damned
Lines are drawn
In the sand
We're fighting for
The upper hand
And who's gonna say "I'm sssssorry"?
"Put the gun away,
I'm sssssorry"
Who will be strong
By becoming weak?
Who will be left to
Turn the other cheek and say
"I'm sorry"?
We've lit the fuse
We watch it burn
They've got it comin' to 'em, far as
Anybody here's concerned
We're heading for
"No turning back"
They'll be no peace until we finally, and
Completely, wipe them off the map
(He's wrong) We're diggin' in
(She's right) Love be damned
(He knows) Lines are drawn
(But stands) in the sand
(His ground) We're fightin' for
(So he) the upper hand
(Can win) and who's gonna say
(The fight) "I'm sssssorry"?
"Put the gun away,
I'm sssssory"
Who will be strong (We're diggin' in)
By becoming weak? (Love be damned)
Who will be left (Lines are drawn)
To turn the other cheek, and say?
"I'm sorry?"
Sorry
Sorry
Forgive me,
I'm sorry
Forgive me,
I'm sorry
