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