Songtexte
Is
it
safe
to
say
you're
sorry
for
a
choice
you
never
made?
When
the
punchline
kills
the
story
is
the
day
not
today?
Is
it
odd
to
keep
things
going?
To
savor
all
the
wants?
Is
the
young
one
still
around?
When
the
bottle
has
spun,
and
the
choice
was
neither,
point
a
finger
to
another
one's
wrong
Cracks
start
showing,
eye
turns
inward,
to
the
haves,
the
knots,
and
the
gone
See
that
it
breaks
if
you
feel
it
slowing,
if
a
branch
won't
give,
if
it's
not
growing
Just
pour
enough
fuel
on
a
dry
enough
fern,
you'll
find
that
it
drinks
just
as
well
as
it
burns
Is
it
safe
to
say
you're
sorry
for
a
choice
you
never
made?
When
the
punchline
kills
the
story
is
the
day
not
today?
The
swings,
the
seasons,
the
breath
of
reason
A
crown,
a
fever,
a
good
trick
is
neither
The
quest,
the
reeling,
the
urge
to
feel
it
On
the
cusp,
on
the
run,
never
there
Is
it
safe
to
say
you're
sorry
for
a
choice
you
never
made?
When
the
punchline
kills
the
story
is
the
day
not
today?
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