On the third floor of the hotel
There’s a pregnant flamenco dancer
In the bathtub is a razor
And she’s planning her great escape
CHORUS
But in a way she’s giving up on herself
But either way she’s giving up some of herself
In the backyard there’s a small boy
Playing soldier with an army ranger
In the front room there’s a mother
To the small boy she’s a total stranger
CHORUS
In a way she’s giving up on herself
But either way she’s giving up some of herself
Love is only what you give up
Life isn’t what you get
Love won’t always fill your cup
But life’s when you start live
Life’s when you learn to give
When I leave here I’m gonna go home
To the small boy and that flamenco dancer
Leave the guitars in the spotlight
I’m gonna go home to my big escape
CHORUS
But in a way I’m giving up some of myself
But in a way isn’t that what it’s about?
But in a way I’m giving up some of myself
Isn’t that what it’s about?
Love is only what you give up
Life isn’t what you get
Love won’t always fill your cup
Life’s when you start to
Life’s when you start to give
Love is only what you give up
Life’s when you learn to give
Isn’t that what it’s about?
