’92 in the Shade – Giving Sorrow Words (How Does It Feel) (Official Lyric Video)

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’92 in the Shade™ lyric video by Michael P. Naughton & Donna Novak © 2022

Giving Sorrow Words (How Does It Feel)
Lyrics by Michael P. Naughton

Verse:
So, how does it feel to be giving sorrow words
For once my dear, could you tell me, huh?
Well don’t you feel like the knife is to your throat
Describe it in detail
Could you tell me… Yeah!

Pre-Chorus:
To open doors of pain (How does it feel?)
And the bitter taste (How does it feel?)
Of blood you finally gave (How does it feel?)
When it’s too late (How does it feel?)
I seen you carry the cross now (How does it feel?)
Well you carry the weight
Well I just wanted to be there for you
When you served your sentence

Chorus:
Well, how does it feel to be giving sorrow words
For once my dear, could you tell me
Well don’t you feel like the knife is to your throat
I wanna know

Bridge:
Uh-ha
Ha-ha-ah
Uh-ha-ha
Uh-ha-ah
Ha-ha…

2nd Verse:
Remember holding you, yeah (How does it feel?)
And watching you turn blue (How does it feel?)
The tight lips that I kissed (How does it feel?)
They were lifeless (How does it feel?)
Well Baby you stonewalled me, yeah (How does it feel?)
You had to shut me out (How does it feel?)

Pre-Chorus:
Well, I just wanted to be a witness
When that riptide dragged you down

Chorus:
So, how does it feel to be giving sorrow words
For once my dear, you wanna tell me, a-e-yeah
Don’t you feel like the knife is to your throat
Now, I wanna know

Outro:
Well, how does it feel to be giving sorrow words
For once my dear, you wanna tell me, yeah!
Well don’t you feel like the knife is to your throat
I wanna know
I wanna know
I’d like to know, yeah, yeah, yeah…
I wanna know, yeah
I wanna know, yeah, have you suffered?
I wanna know, yeah, ah-e-a-yeah, yeah
I wanna know, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…

© 2022 Michael P. Naughton