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