Excuses - Bibio

How was I supposed to know?

You didn’t tell me they were gold

I didn’t smell the coming snow

And now they’re ruined by the cold

How was I supposed to share?

You didn’t tell me they were fair

I didn’t see them going spare

And now they’re buried over there

How was I supposed to see?

You didn’t tell me they were free

I didn’t hear the falling leaves

And now they’re rotting underneath

How was I to have a clue?

You didn’t tell me they were new, no I didn’t kneel upon the pew

And now it’s hard to tell the truth