The Trouble With Pain

The trouble with pain
Is when, is when it goes
It goes

It makes you forget
The hands, the hearts
It knows

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
Enough

To risk all that's gained
For something better
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, ooh (let's go)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Aah, aah, aah, aah
Aah, aah, aah, aah
Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah
Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah, aah