The Aching
It's dripping from the ceiling
It's everything I see
And that old sinking feeling
Is rushing over me
Everybody knows what the aching means
Nobody wants to belong
Somewhere in between what you wanted
And what you didn't want
If there was laughter
Would that have made you want it more?
If there was no past here
No one else before
Everybody knows what the aching means
Nobody wants to belong
Somewhere in between what you wanted
And what you didn't want