Cinnamon could never do justice To the way you look tonight Proud-faced, your eyes are all shiny In the sub-zero 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 What's your game? Shame, shame, shame The towers of glass are like idols And I'm running away from them now One morning, they'll all turn to ashes I don't want to be here to see how It's hard for two weeks now, I figure And all the traps are the color of sand The skyline is made out of stories So tell me yours while you're holding my hand Hand, hand, hand Hand, hand, hand You'll never understand me So take my hand, hand, hand It's hard for two weeks now, I figure And all the traps are the color of sand The skyline is made out of stories Tell me yours while you're holding my hand While you're holding my hand While you're holding my hand