Brian Webb - Shame lyrics

...And maybe thats the beauty here You'll always have your gypsy tears that make you theirs at night They give you a bed of roses with thorn and a thoughtful pose that makes falling feel like flying that makes falling look like flying, come on And I got a story that plays in my head like a bird and a stone in my hand Its something to throw, or something to let go or set free or set up who I am But I offer you only what I know of love I confess what it is, I think I forgot I tend to remember more about what love is not (chorus) Shame, Shame, Shame Its not about you now, Its not about you now You count the ways in which they gave but its more about why you love and less about how Oh its more about why you love and less about how I like to tell folks, I'm from a rough neighborhood as if that said something about me But I ain't been in a fight since 1988 Barely 13 His name was Alex and from what I can tell I can't recall him swinging too But he'd still fight someone almost everyday just as sure as he would lose Got a story that plays in my head like the bird and a stone in my hands Simplified it all the cause and effect Its too scary to say I just am, just am But I offer you only what I know of love I confess what it is I think I forgot I tend to remember more about what love is not (my gift remains it's still the same its ain't enough, but its all I've got) chorus 2x