作词 : Kewley, Young

When a man has a thing to say

Sometimes words never come his way

Strong enough to transact
Something physical

All the ways that a he 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 not substitute

When it seems we are 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 yeh

Something physical

Words can be found and twisted round
Words are not substitute
When it seems we are 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

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 the hurt it don't stop

The hurt it don't stop the hurt it don't stop