When your time on the mountain is over And you fall to the earth like a leaf It won't be enough these days to say sorry No, sorry won't pay for this grief For you may lay down your guilt on the altar Nail your remorse to the cross But it's not enough these days to say sorry No, sorry won't pay for this loss. And if the blood on your hands turns to water And the night in your soul turns to day It won't be enough this time to say sorry No, sorry won't wash it all away For you may lay down your guilt on the altar Nail your remorse to the cross But it's not enough these days to say sorry No, sorry won't pay for this loss. When you're through with the spells you've been spinning When our hopes and our dreams have all died It won't be enough these days to say sorry No, sorry won't turn back the tide For you may lay down your guilt on the altar Nail your remorse to the cross But it's not enough these days to say sorry No, sorry won't pay for this loss. And if you should desist from deceiving And if you should confess to the crime It won't be enough these days to say sorry No, sorry won't save you this time For you may lay down your guilt on the altar Nail your remorse to the cross But it's not enough these days to say sorry No, sorry won't pay for this loss.