Questions flew   And words were hurled into the air   And when the smoke had cleared   I saw you lying there   I used my words like bullets in a gun   To pick your ego off like skeet flung   In the gallery of fools      Too many words come from my mouth   I wish would remain unsaid   Oh, I've had to eat them all   And now, I must confess      It was a silly thing to say to you   It was a silly thing to say to you, I know      We know...