Cinema could never do justice to the way you look tonight
Pout-faced, your eyes are all shining
In the subzero dawning light
I drove like a madman to get here
And you barely remember my name
I called from the road and you told me to come
Cause you had a bad case of the shame
Shame, shame, shame
Shame, shame, shame
Was your game
Shame, shame, shame
The towers of glass are like isles
And I'm running away them now
One morning, they'll all turn to ashes
I don't want to be here to see how
It's hot for two weekends now, I figure
All the tramps are the color of sand
The skyline is made out of stories
So tell them yours while you're holding my hand
Hand, hand, hand
Hand, hand, hand
You never understand
So take my hand, hand, hand
It's hot for two weekends now, I figure
And all the tramps are the color of sand
The skyline is made out of stories
Tell them yours while you're holding my hand
While you're holding my hand
While you're holding my hand