Lyrics

When a man has a thing to say Sometimes words never come his way Strong enough to transcend something physical All the ways that a head can find To evolve a picture from a state of mind You never seem to mean the same to every guy Something physical Words can be found and twisted round Words are no substitute when it seems if we're locked in a room That's a tomb of memories The hurt, it don't stop The hurt, it don't stop The hurt, it don't stop memories Simple words from a simple man Can see more than the learning head They turn emotion into something physical, yeah Something physical Words can be found and twisted round Words are no substitute when it seems if we're locked in a room That's a tomb of memories The hurt, it don't stop The hurt, it don't stop The hurt, it don't stop The hurt, it don't stop The hurt, it don't stop memories The hurt, it don't stop The hurt, it don't stop