So what makes us want to talk
Yet make no sense
Why do we have to put up with Society's pretence
But here we go again - beating 'round the bush
Just let me show you: you're living a crime
Here we go again - beating 'round the bush
Just let me show you what's on my mind
Our desires are based on statistical mires
Passionate thoughts resigned to tired old melodies
The old, recycled backing-track
The symphony of life begins anew
But come and feel the pain - beating 'round the bush
Just let me show you: you're living a crime
Come and feel the pain - beating 'round the bush
Just let me show you what's on my mind
My pain - I'm happy
My pain - I'm happy
Can we really understand
Is there meaning to our insignificance
All the unconscious lies - thoughts about myself
Does it always have to mean me
So come and feel the pain - beating 'round the bush
Just let me show you: you're living a crime
Come and feel the pain - beating 'round the bush
Just let me show you what's on my mind
My pain - I'm happy
My pain - I'm happy
Come... come and... come and
Come and feel the pain
So what is, what is on your mind
You're beating, beating 'round the bush again
So what is, what is on your mind
You can come and, come and feel the pain
Can you say it's planned
Or do you believe in coincidence
All those wasted times, squandered by myself
But this time it will not be
So, never more again - beating 'round the bush
This time I'll show you what's on my mind
Never more again - beating 'round the bush
This time I'll show you what's on my mind
My pain - I'm happy
My pain - I'm happy
My pain - I'm happy
My pain - I'm happy