this day is not my life

the passing time is not my life

the thorn that's in my side 

is all these scenes that we regret

the wasted words we can't forget

through the windows of my room

i hear the traffic breathing slowly

someplace miles away

make promises pay

shame, will shake this house

shame, will shake this house

your dreams are not my life

these broken words are not my life

your lies are none of my invention

your promises were not my plan

now the party girls have gone

i hear the rattle of their heels

before their footsteps fade

make promises pay

shame, will shake this house

shame, will shake this house

the passing time is not my life

i've been counted down and shouted out

i had everything i wanted

nothing i can't rise above

to let it show was not my plan

headlines and frontpages

sell weddings and divorces

make promises pay

make promises pay

shame, will shake this house

shame, will shake this house