There is a white flag rising,. About to catch the wind. And I don¡¯t wanna fight it,. Or let you win. Here I stand,. Heart in hand. No it ain¡¯t like me,.
Shame on me for what I'm thinking. Shame on you for making me think. Shame on me for what I'm dreaming. Shame on you for being in my dreams. . Blame it on me, I can't quit smiling.
She looks in his eyes, he looks away. She chalks it up as another one of those days. If there's a reason he's coming home late. She hasn't heard it yet.