On the third floor of the hotel
There's a pregnant Flamenco dancer
In the bathtub with 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

But in the backyard there's a small boy
Playing soldiers with an army ranger
In the front room there's a mother
And to the small boy she's other stranger
But in a way she's giving up on herself
But either way she's giving up some of herself

Love is only what you give up
Life isn't what you get
Love won't always hear you come
Life's when you start to live
Life's when you learn to live

When I leave here I'm gonna go home
The small boy and the flamenco dancer
When a guitar in a spotlight
I'm gonna go home to my biggest fans
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
Life's when you learn to live