The Trouble with Pain

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