The Trouble with Pain - The Temper Trap

The trouble with pain

Is where, is where it goes

It goes

It makes you forget

A hands, a hearts

And nose

We do without

When we’re all on top

We do without

When the quiet stops

Trouble with pain

Is that it’s never, it’s never

Ready now

To whisper that’s game

To something better

To something better again

Cause no one wants to know you

When you crash it down

And no one wants to be there

To pick you off the ground

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

Ooh

Aah, aah

Aah, aah