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