Every time I see your face,
the sound of breaking news,
the sound of breaking glass,
breaking in my chest.
And every time I hear your name,
I lose a little heart,
I shed a little tear,
I die a little death.
But over and over again
I push it away down low,
but there ain’t nothin’
like a shame to bring it all back home,
to bring it all back home.
And every time you cross my path
and darken my vicinity
a sad malaise creeps into me
like shadows on my lungs.
Every time I hear those words
the ghost of troubles past,
like seven deadly sins
come knocking at my door.
But over and over again
I push it away down low,
but there ain’t nothin’ like a shame,
there ain’t nothin’ like a shame,
there ain’t nothin’ like a shame
to bring it all back home,
to bring it all back home.
(Instrumental break)
I’m not an alley cat,
I can’t see in pitch black, no.
Stuck in a bad place,
I can’t find my way back home.
Whenever I am alone I hear you
taunting me and I won’t rest again.
For I can’t pretend
I’ve courage to see it to the end ‘cause
every time I see your face
you bring it all back home,
you bring it all back home.
...Ain`t Nothin` Like A Shame -
by Lucky Soul... / nakmuse