Brian Webb - Shame Lyrics
...And maybe thats the beauty hereYou'll always have your gypsy tearsthat make you theirs at nightThey give you a bed of roseswith thorn and a thoughtful posethat makes falling feel like flyingthat makes falling look like flying, come onAnd I got a story that plays in my headlike a bird and a stone in my handIts something to throw, or something to let goor set free or set up who I amBut I offer you only what I know of loveI confess what it is, I think I forgotI tend to remember more about what love is not[chorus]Shame, Shame, ShameIts not about you now, Its not about you nowYou count the ways in which they gavebut its more about why you love and less about howOh its more about why you love and less about howI like to tell folks, I'm from a rough neighborhoodas if that said something about meBut I ain't been in a fight since 1988Barely 13His name was Alex and from what I can tellI can't recall him swinging tooBut he'd still fight someone almost everydayjust as sure as he would loseGot a story that plays in my headlike the bird and a stone in my handsSimplified it all the cause and effectIts too scary to say I just am, just amBut I offer you only what I know of loveI confess what it is I think I forgotI tend to remember more about what love is not(my gift remains it's still the sameits ain't enough, but its all I've got)chorus 2x
