When your time on the mountain is over
And you fall to the earth like a leaf
It won't be enough these days to say sorry
No, sorry won't pay for this grief
For you may lay down your guilt on the altar
Nail your remorse to the cross
But it's not enough these days to say sorry
No, sorry won't pay for this loss.
And if the blood on your hands turns to water
And the night in your soul turns to day
It won't be enough this time to say sorry
No, sorry won't wash it all away
For you may lay down your guilt on the altar
Nail your remorse to the cross
But it's not enough these days to say sorry
No, sorry won't pay for this loss.
When you're through with the spells you've been spinning
When our hopes and our dreams have all died
It won't be enough these days to say sorry
No, sorry won't turn back the tide
For you may lay down your guilt on the altar
Nail your remorse to the cross
But it's not enough these days to say sorry
No, sorry won't pay for this loss.
And if you should desist from deceiving
And if you should confess to the crime
It won't be enough these days to say sorry
No, sorry won't save you this time
For you may lay down your guilt on the altar
Nail your remorse to the cross
But it's not enough these days to say sorry
No, sorry won't pay for this loss.