Many more days have gone More days have gone Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I'm not making excuses I'm not making amends Are we saving face, on a day of confusion? Or clearing the air? All the doors flew open swinging in anger Slamming back and forth Shaking, shaking, breaking more Down into the floor Is there something you could say? Is there something you could do? Stop the memories from drifting away I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm making excuses I'm not, not, making excuses I'm not making amends Are we saving face on a day of confusion? Or clearing the air? When we try to walk away, when we turn our backs and smile Will we see the past that haunts us now? When we try to walk away, when we turn our backs and smile Will we see the past that haunts us now? If I say I'm sorry If I say I'm sorry, one more time Thinking those days will be coming back Thinking those days are gone Thinking those days will be coming back Thinking those days are gone Thinking those days will be coming back Thinking those days will be coming back Thinking those days will be coming back Again and again (Those days, those days, those days) Again and again (Those days, those days, those days) Again and again (Those days, those days, those days) Again and again (Those days, those days, those days, those days) Those days, those days Those days, those days Those days, those days Those days, those days Those days, those days Those days, those days Those days, those days Those days, those days Days, days, days, days Days, days, days, days Those day, those days