Nothing to Forgive

I want you to know that I saw you
Sitting in the backseat, looking out across the fields
I recognize the fragments that were formin'
Your face against her shoulder, inhaling that red sweater
In the car on the way home from Inverloch
Getting in the door well after midnight
Laughter in the hallways, bodies falling into bed
You felt every sensation of that summer
The confidences kept, feelings swept under the mat
For spring cleaning next yar
And I apologize for taking so long
Sorry that I hid my eyes and hld my tongue
My heart’s an endless ache of old mistakes I can’t unplay
You shake your head, «There's nothing to forgive», you say
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh