Track 2 of the album Windowsill Weather · 2019
I Owe You a Better Word
by Wren Hallett
“I said something sharp over the dishes and spent weeks searching for a better word. This is as close as I got.”
singer-songwriter · confessional folk · bedroom folk · 3:41
Lyrics
I said it fast, I said it sharp Over the dishes, over the dark You went quiet, folded the cloth I let the silence do the rest Three days of tea gone cold between us Two cups set out, only one in use I've written sorry on a napkin And it doesn't sound like the truth Sorry is a small word For a thing that weighs so much So I owe you a better word One that doesn't hide One that knocks and waits outside And doesn't ask for more I owe you a better word Than the ones I threw I'll start with I was wrong And all of it was true I watched you water the windowsill The basil leaning toward the light I wanted to say something clever But clever never made things right So I stood in the kitchen doorway With my hands held open wide And I told you I was frightened That I'd said it from my pride Sorry is a small word But I'll carry it to you So I owe you a better word One that doesn't hide One that knocks and waits outside And doesn't ask for more I owe you a better word Than the ones I threw I'll start with I was wrong And all of it was true You don't have to answer yet You don't have to forgive I only want you to know That I'm learning how to live A little softer, a little slower With my heart a little more in view So I owe you a better word One that doesn't hide One that knocks and waits outside And doesn't ask for more I owe you a better word Than the ones I threw I'll start with I was wrong And I'm so glad of you I'm so glad of you