Texty: Cranberries. Bury The Hatchet. Sorry Son.

Sorry son, this is what I've done
This is what I have done
It was a long sad supper without you, ohh
I had to be cruel to be kind
We have to leave the past behind
La la la

And isn't it strange how people can change, ohh
And isn't it weird how people I feared
They all seem worthless now

I will ride on my bicycle, I ride thinking of you
As I'm riding on my tricycle, I ride
I see the sun in the trees, and I feel the psychedelic breeze
I see the sun in the trees, and I feel the psychedelic breeze
La la la

Sorry son, this is what I've done
This is what I have done
It was a long sad supper without you, ohh
Please don't hold me responsible
Oh, I tried and I tried

It wasn't the same without my brain, ohh
It wasn't a game, it wasn't a game
No, no not now
I will ride on my bicycle, I ride thinking of you
As I'm riding on my tricycle, I ride

I see the sun in the trees, and I feel the psychedelic breeze
I see the sun in the trees, and I feel the psychedelic breeze

La la la
Sorry son
Ohh, I am so sorry son