Hay tres versiones de la historia: la mía, la tuya y la verdad

Well there's 3 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 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, 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 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 shame.