Lyrics:
The trouble with painIs where, is where it goesIt goesIt makes you forgetA hands, a heartsAnd noseWe do withoutWhen we're all on topWe do withoutWhen the quiet stopsTrouble with painIs that it's never, it's neverReady nowTo whisper that's gameTo something betterTo something better againCause no one wants to know youWhen you crash it downAnd no one wants to be thereTo pick you off the groundOoh, oohOoh, oohOohAah, aahAah, aah