I think its time to get over this and all the years you 
think you have missed. I know I've never been down that 
road, scarred by stories that I've been told. But yes I 
think it's unusual that they would send you now halfway 
'round this world into a place that you've never been, 
into a fight we would never win. My mistake, won't you 
pardon me, believe in me and know... There was something 
out on the road. A secret that we have yet been told. A 
secret silent within the sound, the sound of everything 
falling down. But yes I think it's unusual that they 
would use this excuse, this dirty bird to line our 
pockets with paper green. To further ourselves within the 
scene My mistake, so won't you pardon me, believe in me 
and know...these days are coming 'round again