Sorry Son - The Cranberries

Sorry, son, this is what I’ve done

This is what I’ve done

It was a long sad supper without you

I had to be cruel to be kind

We have to leave the past behind (La-la-la)

And isn’t it strange how people can change?

(Ahh)

And isn’t it weird how people I feared

They all seem worthless now?

I will ride on my bicycle

I ride thinking of you

As I’m riding on my tricycle, I ride

I see the sun in the trees

And I feel the psychedelic breeze

And I see the sun in the trees

And I feel the psychedelic breeze

Sorry son, this is what I’ve done

This is what I’ve done

It was a long sad supper without you

Please don’t hold me responsible

I tried, and I tried

It wasn’t the same without my brain (Ahh)

It wasn’t a game, it wasn’t a game, no

Oh, not now

I will ride on my bicycle

I ride thinking of you

As I’m riding on my tricycle, I ride

I see the sun in the trees

And I feel the psychedelic breeze

And I see the sun in the trees

And I feel the psychedelic breeze

La-la-la

Sorry, son

Oh, I am so sorry, son