Cranberries

Sorry son, this is what Ive done
This is what Ive 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 isnt it strange how people can change
And isnt it weird how people I feared
They all seem worthless now
I will ride on my bicycle,
I ride thinking of you
As Im 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 Ive done