When a man had a thing to say
Sometimes words never come his way
Strong enough to transact something physical

All the ways that a head can find
To evolve a picture from a state of mind
You never seems 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