The Condors - we're not sorry

And someone’s burning out on Condor Ave Trying to make a whisper out of you

What a shitty thing to say Did you really mean it? You never said a word to me about what passed between us So now I’m leaving you alone You can do whatever the hell you want to

I'm not sorry for the drinks I drunk. I'm not sorry for the thinks I thunk. I'm not sorry if I have to stare. I'm not sorry, and I don't care.

This is the essence of our vision for a darker tomorrow...

...word.