Well there’s three versions of this story mine, yours and then the truth And we can put it down to circumstance, our childhood, then our youth Out of some sentimental gain I wanted you to feel my pain, but it came back return to sender I read your mind and tried to call, my tears could fill the Albert Hall, is this the sound of sweet surrender?
What a shame we never listened I told you through the television And all that went away was the price we paid People spend a lifetime this way Oh what a shame.
So I got busy throwing everybody underneath the bus And with your poster 30 foot high at the back of Toys-R-Us I wrote a letter in my mind, but the words were so unkind, about a man I can’t remember
Gary Barlow: I don’t recall the reasons why, I must have meant them at the time, is this the sound of sweet surrender?
What a shame we never listened I told you through the television And all that went away was the price we paid People spend a lifetime this way And that’s how they stay Oh what a shame.
Words come easy, when they’re true Words come easy, when they’re true
So I got busy throwing everybody underneath the bus And with your poster 30 foot high at the back of Toys-R-Us Now we can put it down to circumstance, our childhood then our youth.
What a shame we never listened I told you through the television And all that went away was the price we paid People spend a lifetime this way And that’s how they stay Oh what a shame.
People spend a lifetime this way Oh what a shame Such a shame, what a shameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
