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