I saw you standing trying to shelter
Cold fingers tracing icy skin
Your story sounded so familiar
You said too much to take it in

I got the love from my mother
I got the pain from my dad
I got the blame from my brother
Oh, shame, I got it bad

I saw you standing at an altar
You've made yourself from all you've had
A pair of coloured scarves with bells on
A family photo cut in half

I got the love from my mother
I got the pain from my dad
I got the blame from my brother
Shame, I got it bad

I saw you standing in the open
Warm eyes were dancing down the street
You had no bitterness, not broken, oh
Demons were dragons in retreat

I got the love from my mother
I got the pain from my dad
I got the blame from my brother
Oh, shame, I got it bad
Love from my mother
Pain from my dad
Blame from my brother
Shame, I got it bad