Mojave 3 The Mutineer
These are words,
a prison curse—I'm sorry
if some hurt
They're thrown with speed, so
please believe I'm sorry
if some hurt
I am sorry if some hurt
There's my face,
and it's the place I live in
It's by the sea
I've eyes of brown,
suns that drown and sink
without a trace
Yeah, they sink without a trace
Hear the band
Yeah, here they stand and wait
for your applause
Could change this room
with these chords—this tune
in my mouth could form a smile
But loose talk and fears fuel
the mutineers, but I'm
too old to care
And all that's left
are words, one breath
I am sorry if some hurt
Yeah, I'm sorry if some hurt
I'm sorry if some hurt
Yeah, I'm sorry if some hurt
