...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