Pull the car over now.
There's no way you can see the waves crashing under you.
Feel the salt air on your cheek.
I won't forget and you won't forgive.
And I'm not expecting you to.
No way you would complain about the rain if not for the sun.
I came but I was too late because I'm a bastard, a bastard to you.
Climb in the back seat and hold on to me.
We'll drive the car down the cliff, into the deep, and drift out to sea.
I won't forget and you won't forgive.
And I'm not expecting you to.
No way you would complain about the rain if not for the sun.
I came but I was too late because I'm a bastard, a bastard to you.
Where were you?
Where was I to see if through or crucify?
I won't forget and you won't forgive all that we've been through.
Because I'm a bastard, a bastard to you.