To Hold Your Tiny Toes

The Mutineer - Mojave 3

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