I'm sorry for the smallest things Like the way that I learned to sing Like the way I comb my hair And the way you weren't there All the times you weren't there Cross your heart and hope to die Candy apples in your mother's eye Mountain breeze and summer swings Bring to mind a million things They bring to mind a million things (You can) Slow down the nighttime (You can) Put away the sunshine (You can) Listen to the beating of my life Well Hey-O-Wey Alright A seagull in a starlight dusk A rollerskate caked with rust A smile from across the room A splinter from a yardsale broom While I'm sweeping up the Unknown's Tomb See your letter there lost in space Your dominance your saving grace Summer spring winter fall Pay no mind at all Pay no mind to me at all (You can) Slow down the nighttime (You can) Put away the sunshine (You can) Listen to the beating of my life Well Hey-O-Wey Alright Cross your heart and hope to die A game of chance with a pack of lies Mountain breeze and summer swings Bring to mind a million things A million things |