For Wednesday at 7PM

I apologise for the rain that didn't come

For the incessant pounding of the kettle drum

For the mute and for the dumb

And for the sun that didn't rise

Sweet lover of mine, I apologise

I'm so sorry for the scorching heat

For singing too loud, for being indiscreet

And for our navy's big defeat

And for every man who struggles and dies

Sweet lover of mine, I apologise

When you look at me and I look away

All I'm thinking about is another way to say

I apologise for the blistering wind

And for all the time that Jesus sinned

For the bloody riots and the piercing din

And for humanity's lust and greed and lies

Sweet lover of mine, I apologise

I apologise for talking too much

For saying too little, for being out of touch

For letting you down in the clutch

And for every child with mournful eyes

Sweet lover of mine, I apologise

When you look at me and I look away

All I'm thinking about is another way to say

I apologise for the tidal wave

And for the heart of man that could never be brave

And for every patient that the doctors couldn't save

And for the sun that didn't rise

Sweet lover of mine, I apologise, ooh, yeah

I apologise

So sorry, baby

So sorry, baby

Ooh, yeah

I told ya, I apologise

Mm, yeah

Don't you know I, I apologise?