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 man 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
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
Memories