Excuses
How was I supposed to know?
You didn't tell me they were gold
I didn't smell the coming snow
And now they're ruined by the cold
How was I supposed to share?
You didn't tell me they were fair
I didn't see them going spare
And now they're buried over there
How was I supposed to see?
You didn't tell me they were free
I didn't hear the falling leaves
And now they're rotting underneath
How was I to have a clue?
You didn't tell me they were new, no
I didn't kneel upon the pew
And now it's hard to tell the truth
Excusas
¿Cómo se suponía que iba a saber?
No me dijiste que eran de oro
No olí la nieve que se acercaba
Y ahora están arruinadas por el frío
¿Cómo se suponía que iba a compartir?
No me dijiste que eran justas
No las vi sobrando
Y ahora están enterradas allá
¿Cómo se suponía que iba a ver?
No me dijiste que eran gratis
No escuché las hojas caer
Y ahora se están pudriendo debajo
¿Cómo iba a tener una pista?
No me dijiste que eran nuevas, no
No me arrodillé en el confesionario
Y ahora es difícil decir la verdad
Escrita por: Stephen James Wilkinson