The Mutineer
Ian McCutcheon
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