On the third floor of the hotel
There's a pregnant Flamenco dancer
In the bathtub is a razor
And she's planning a great escape
But in a way she's giving up on herself
But either way she's giving up some of herself
In the backyard there's a small boy
Love is only what you give up
Life isn't what you get
Love won't always fill your cup
Life's when you start to live
Life's when you learn to give
When I leave here I'm gonna go home
But in a way I'm giving up some of myself
But in a way isn't that what it's about
But in a way I'm giving up some of myself
But either way isn't that what it's about
Love is only what you give up
Life isn't what you get
Love won't always fill your cup
Life's when you start to live
Love is only what you give up
Life's when you learn to give
