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