T. Finn In this house of wood, among the trembling leaves Voices carrying through the walls and down the street A man will lose his head not measuring his words The story goes from bad to worse. And I'm sorry if I hurt you like the saw cuts the tree And I didn't want to bring you to your knees An instrument of ignorance facing his reality 'Oh, I'm sorry' - cried the saw to the tree. And I let you down, I tried to cut you down to size There'll always be a battle when you hate to compromise I tore your world apart when I b…ed my teeth Now I know what lies underneath. And I'm sorry if I hurt you like the saw cuts the tree And I didn't want to bring you to your knees An instrument of ignorance facing his reality 'Oh, I'm sorry' - cried the saw to the tree. And I'm sorry if I hurt you like the saw cuts the tree And I didn't want to bring you to your knees An instrument of ignorance facing his reality 'Oh, I'm sorry' - cried the saw to the tree. There's no use blaming anyone least of all the family tree It all starts now with this brutality A prisoner of his own device making his apology 'Oh, I'm sorry' - cried the saw to the tree.