Bic Runga

Wring out my guilt and hang it on the line
Its been raining all week, it won't get a chance to dry
I've been looking round the pantry for a box of sorries
I'm all run out yeah
I'm all run out
It's not that hard to say I know
It's not that hard to say I know
It's not that hard to say
So why can't I say it now?
And its been swelling up inside like the kitchen sponge
Its on the back of my throat, its on the tip of my tongue
If I could sweep it out he door that would be the end
But this wind keeps blowing it in again
It's not that hard to say I know
It's not that hard to say I know