| Song | The Saw & The Tree |
| Artist | Tim Finn |
| Album | Conversation |
| In this house of wood, among the trembling leaves | |
| Voices carrying through the walls and down the street | |
| A man will lose his head not measuring his words | |
| The story goes from bad to worse. | |
| And I'm sorry if I hurt you like the saw cuts the tree | |
| And I didn't want to bring you to your knees | |
| An instrument of ignorance facing his reality | |
| 'Oh, I'm sorry' - cried the saw to the tree. | |
| And I let you down, I tried to cut you down to size | |
| There'll always be a battle when you hate to compromise | |
| I tore your world apart when I b…ed my teeth | |
| Now I know what lies underneath. | |
| And I'm sorry if I hurt you like the saw cuts the tree | |
| And I didn't want to bring you to your knees | |
| An instrument of ignorance facing his reality | |
| 'Oh, I'm sorry' - cried the saw to the tree. | |
| And I'm sorry if I hurt you like the saw cuts the tree | |
| And I didn't want to bring you to your knees | |
| An instrument of ignorance facing his reality | |
| 'Oh, I'm sorry' - cried the saw to the tree. | |
| There's no use blaming anyone least of all the family tree | |
| It all starts now with this brutality | |
| A prisoner of his own device making his apology | |
| 'Oh, I'm sorry' - cried the saw to the tree. |
| In this house of wood, among the trembling leaves | |
| Voices carrying through the walls and down the street | |
| A man will lose his head not measuring his words | |
| The story goes from bad to worse. | |
| And I' m sorry if I hurt you like the saw cuts the tree | |
| And I didn' t want to bring you to your knees | |
| An instrument of ignorance facing his reality | |
| ' Oh, I' m sorry' cried the saw to the tree. | |
| And I let you down, I tried to cut you down to size | |
| There' ll always be a battle when you hate to compromise | |
| I tore your world apart when I b ed my teeth | |
| Now I know what lies underneath. | |
| And I' m sorry if I hurt you like the saw cuts the tree | |
| And I didn' t want to bring you to your knees | |
| An instrument of ignorance facing his reality | |
| ' Oh, I' m sorry' cried the saw to the tree. | |
| And I' m sorry if I hurt you like the saw cuts the tree | |
| And I didn' t want to bring you to your knees | |
| An instrument of ignorance facing his reality | |
| ' Oh, I' m sorry' cried the saw to the tree. | |
| There' s no use blaming anyone least of all the family tree | |
| It all starts now with this brutality | |
| A prisoner of his own device making his apology | |
| ' Oh, I' m sorry' cried the saw to the tree. |