Oh, aching.
And there has got to be more, and I'm the one who has got to find it, and, LORD, am I the lucky sort?[1], and the brighter you burn, the luckier you get, and the harder you work, the more "something" it all seems[1], and there has got to be more, and I'm the one who has got to find it, and, LORD, am I the lucky sort?[2], and King Solomon, Prince Hamlet, Young Werther: your miserable boys are going to take one HELL of a beating[1], and the brighter you burn, the luckier you get, and the harder you work, the more "something" it all seems[2], and I'm coming out of confusion and despair, and I'm looking for WORDS that will - you know?[1], and King Solomon, Prince Hamlet, Young Werther: your miserable boys are going to take one HELL of a beating[2], and it would be easier to pretend the other world didn't exist, but it's there, and I can't lie to you, or myself[1], and I'm coming out of confusion and despair, and I'm looking for WORDS that will - you know?[2], and you can call it "aching", and there's nothing wrong with "aching", just as there's nothing wrong with "nothing"[1], and it would be easier to pretend the other world didn't exist, but it's there, and I can't lie to you, or myself[2], and so what is it, then, this weird STUFF, this aching, that really shouldn't be known, but is known?[1], and you can call it "aching", and there's nothing wrong with "aching", just as there's nothing wrong with "nothing"[2], and I can't be satisfied with WORDS, and I can't be satisfied with MONEY, man, I need a RAINBOW![1], and so what is it, then, this weird STUFF, this aching, that really shouldn't be known, but is known?[2], and if, one day, you see me in the sky, you'll know I've become a sky god, and it can't come too soon[1], and I can't be satisfied with WORDS, and I can't be satisfied with MONEY, man, I need a RAINBOW![2], and I'm not the man who dreamed of FAERYLAND, oh, that was W.B. Yeats, and I wouldn't step on another man's toes[1], and if, one day, you see me in the sky, you'll know I've become a sky god, and it can't come too soon[2], and there has got to be more, and I'm the one who has got to find it, and, LORD, am I the lucky sort?[3], and I'm not the man who dreamed of FAERYLAND, oh, that was W.B. Yeats, and I wouldn't step on another man's toes[2], and the brighter you burn, the luckier you get, and the harder you work, the more "something" it all seems[3], and King Solomon, Prince Hamlet, Young Werther: your miserable boys are going to take one HELL of a beating[3], and I'm coming out of confusion and despair, and I'm looking for WORDS that will - you know?[3], and it would be easier to pretend the other world didn't exist, but it's there, and I can't lie to you, or myself[3], and you can call it "aching", and there's nothing wrong with "aching", just as there's nothing wrong with "nothing"[3], and so what is it, then, this weird STUFF, this aching, that really shouldn't be known, but is known?[3], and I can't be satisfied with WORDS, and I can't be satisfied with MONEY, man, I need a RAINBOW![3], and if, one day, you see me in the sky, you'll know I've become a sky god, and it can't come too soon[3], and I'm not the man who dreamed of FAERYLAND, oh, that was W.B. Yeats, and I wouldn't step on another man's toes[3], and
And there has got to be more, and I'm the one who has got to find it, and, LORD, am I the lucky sort?[1], and the brighter you burn, the luckier you get, and the harder you work, the more "something" it all seems[1], and there has got to be more, and I'm the one who has got to find it, and, LORD, am I the lucky sort?[2], and King Solomon, Prince Hamlet, Young Werther: your miserable boys are going to take one HELL of a beating[1], and the brighter you burn, the luckier you get, and the harder you work, the more "something" it all seems[2], and I'm coming out of confusion and despair, and I'm looking for WORDS that will - you know?[1], and King Solomon, Prince Hamlet, Young Werther: your miserable boys are going to take one HELL of a beating[2], and it would be easier to pretend the other world didn't exist, but it's there, and I can't lie to you, or myself[1], and I'm coming out of confusion and despair, and I'm looking for WORDS that will - you know?[2], and you can call it "aching", and there's nothing wrong with "aching", just as there's nothing wrong with "nothing"[1], and it would be easier to pretend the other world didn't exist, but it's there, and I can't lie to you, or myself[2], and so what is it, then, this weird STUFF, this aching, that really shouldn't be known, but is known?[1], and you can call it "aching", and there's nothing wrong with "aching", just as there's nothing wrong with "nothing"[2], and I can't be satisfied with WORDS, and I can't be satisfied with MONEY, man, I need a RAINBOW![1], and so what is it, then, this weird STUFF, this aching, that really shouldn't be known, but is known?[2], and if, one day, you see me in the sky, you'll know I've become a sky god, and it can't come too soon[1], and I can't be satisfied with WORDS, and I can't be satisfied with MONEY, man, I need a RAINBOW![2], and I'm not the man who dreamed of FAERYLAND, oh, that was W.B. Yeats, and I wouldn't step on another man's toes[1], and if, one day, you see me in the sky, you'll know I've become a sky god, and it can't come too soon[2], and there has got to be more, and I'm the one who has got to find it, and, LORD, am I the lucky sort?[3], and I'm not the man who dreamed of FAERYLAND, oh, that was W.B. Yeats, and I wouldn't step on another man's toes[2], and the brighter you burn, the luckier you get, and the harder you work, the more "something" it all seems[3], and King Solomon, Prince Hamlet, Young Werther: your miserable boys are going to take one HELL of a beating[3], and I'm coming out of confusion and despair, and I'm looking for WORDS that will - you know?[3], and it would be easier to pretend the other world didn't exist, but it's there, and I can't lie to you, or myself[3], and you can call it "aching", and there's nothing wrong with "aching", just as there's nothing wrong with "nothing"[3], and so what is it, then, this weird STUFF, this aching, that really shouldn't be known, but is known?[3], and I can't be satisfied with WORDS, and I can't be satisfied with MONEY, man, I need a RAINBOW![3], and if, one day, you see me in the sky, you'll know I've become a sky god, and it can't come too soon[3], and I'm not the man who dreamed of FAERYLAND, oh, that was W.B. Yeats, and I wouldn't step on another man's toes[3], and
And there has got to be more, and I'm the one who has got to find it, and, LORD, am I the lucky sort?[1], and the brighter you burn, the luckier you get, and the harder you work, the more "something" it all seems[1], and there has got to be more, and I'm the one who has got to find it, and, LORD, am I the lucky sort?[2], and King Solomon, Prince Hamlet, Young Werther: your miserable boys are going to take one HELL of a beating[1], and the brighter you burn, the luckier you get, and the harder you work, the more "something" it all seems[2], and I'm coming out of confusion and despair, and I'm looking for WORDS that will - you know?[1], and King Solomon, Prince Hamlet, Young Werther: your miserable boys are going to take one HELL of a beating[2], and it would be easier to pretend the other world didn't exist, but it's there, and I can't lie to you, or myself[1], and I'm coming out of confusion and despair, and I'm looking for WORDS that will - you know?[2], and you can call it "aching", and there's nothing wrong with "aching", just as there's nothing wrong with "nothing"[1], and it would be easier to pretend the other world didn't exist, but it's there, and I can't lie to you, or myself[2], and so what is it, then, this weird STUFF, this aching, that really shouldn't be known, but is known?[1], and you can call it "aching", and there's nothing wrong with "aching", just as there's nothing wrong with "nothing"[2], and I can't be satisfied with WORDS, and I can't be satisfied with MONEY, man, I need a RAINBOW![1], and so what is it, then, this weird STUFF, this aching, that really shouldn't be known, but is known?[2], and if, one day, you see me in the sky, you'll know I've become a sky god, and it can't come too soon[1], and I can't be satisfied with WORDS, and I can't be satisfied with MONEY, man, I need a RAINBOW![2], and I'm not the man who dreamed of FAERYLAND, oh, that was W.B. Yeats, and I wouldn't step on another man's toes[1], and if, one day, you see me in the sky, you'll know I've become a sky god, and it can't come too soon[2], and there has got to be more, and I'm the one who has got to find it, and, LORD, am I the lucky sort?[3], and I'm not the man who dreamed of FAERYLAND, oh, that was W.B. Yeats, and I wouldn't step on another man's toes[2], and the brighter you burn, the luckier you get, and the harder you work, the more "something" it all seems[3], and King Solomon, Prince Hamlet, Young Werther: your miserable boys are going to take one HELL of a beating[3], and I'm coming out of confusion and despair, and I'm looking for WORDS that will - you know?[3], and it would be easier to pretend the other world didn't exist, but it's there, and I can't lie to you, or myself[3], and you can call it "aching", and there's nothing wrong with "aching", just as there's nothing wrong with "nothing"[3], and so what is it, then, this weird STUFF, this aching, that really shouldn't be known, but is known?[3], and I can't be satisfied with WORDS, and I can't be satisfied with MONEY, man, I need a RAINBOW![3], and if, one day, you see me in the sky, you'll know I've become a sky god, and it can't come too soon[3], and I'm not the man who dreamed of FAERYLAND, oh, that was W.B. Yeats, and I wouldn't step on another man's toes[3], and
And there has got to be more, and I'm the one who has got to find it, and, LORD, am I the lucky sort?[1], and the brighter you burn, the luckier you get, and the harder you work, the more "something" it all seems[1], and there has got to be more, and I'm the one who has got to find it, and, LORD, am I the lucky sort?[2], and King Solomon, Prince Hamlet, Young Werther: your miserable boys are going to take one HELL of a beating[1], and the brighter you burn, the luckier you get, and the harder you work, the more "something" it all seems[2], and I'm coming out of confusion and despair, and I'm looking for WORDS that will - you know?[1], and King Solomon, Prince Hamlet, Young Werther: your miserable boys are going to take one HELL of a beating[2], and it would be easier to pretend the other world didn't exist, but it's there, and I can't lie to you, or myself[1], and I'm coming out of confusion and despair, and I'm looking for WORDS that will - you know?[2], and you can call it "aching", and there's nothing wrong with "aching", just as there's nothing wrong with "nothing"[1], and it would be easier to pretend the other world didn't exist, but it's there, and I can't lie to you, or myself[2], and so what is it, then, this weird STUFF, this aching, that really shouldn't be known, but is known?[1], and you can call it "aching", and there's nothing wrong with "aching", just as there's nothing wrong with "nothing"[2], and I can't be satisfied with WORDS, and I can't be satisfied with MONEY, man, I need a RAINBOW![1], and so what is it, then, this weird STUFF, this aching, that really shouldn't be known, but is known?[2], and if, one day, you see me in the sky, you'll know I've become a sky god, and it can't come too soon[1], and I can't be satisfied with WORDS, and I can't be satisfied with MONEY, man, I need a RAINBOW![2], and I'm not the man who dreamed of FAERYLAND, oh, that was W.B. Yeats, and I wouldn't step on another man's toes[1], and if, one day, you see me in the sky, you'll know I've become a sky god, and it can't come too soon[2], and there has got to be more, and I'm the one who has got to find it, and, LORD, am I the lucky sort?[3], and I'm not the man who dreamed of FAERYLAND, oh, that was W.B. Yeats, and I wouldn't step on another man's toes[2], and the brighter you burn, the luckier you get, and the harder you work, the more "something" it all seems[3], and King Solomon, Prince Hamlet, Young Werther: your miserable boys are going to take one HELL of a beating[3], and I'm coming out of confusion and despair, and I'm looking for WORDS that will - you know?[3], and it would be easier to pretend the other world didn't exist, but it's there, and I can't lie to you, or myself[3], and you can call it "aching", and there's nothing wrong with "aching", just as there's nothing wrong with "nothing"[3], and so what is it, then, this weird STUFF, this aching, that really shouldn't be known, but is known?[3], and I can't be satisfied with WORDS, and I can't be satisfied with MONEY, man, I need a RAINBOW![3], and if, one day, you see me in the sky, you'll know I've become a sky god, and it can't come too soon[3], and I'm not the man who dreamed of FAERYLAND, oh, that was W.B. Yeats, and I wouldn't step on another man's toes[3], and
And there has got to be more, and I'm the one who has got to find it, and, LORD, am I the lucky sort?[1], and the brighter you burn, the luckier you get, and the harder you work, the more "something" it all seems[1], and there has got to be more, and I'm the one who has got to find it, and, LORD, am I the lucky sort?[2], and King Solomon, Prince Hamlet, Young Werther: your miserable boys are going to take one HELL of a beating[1], and the brighter you burn, the luckier you get, and the harder you work, the more "something" it all seems[2], and I'm coming out of confusion and despair, and I'm looking for WORDS that will - you know?[1], and King Solomon, Prince Hamlet, Young Werther: your miserable boys are going to take one HELL of a beating[2], and it would be easier to pretend the other world didn't exist, but it's there, and I can't lie to you, or myself[1], and I'm coming out of confusion and despair, and I'm looking for WORDS that will - you know?[2], and you can call it "aching", and there's nothing wrong with "aching", just as there's nothing wrong with "nothing"[1], and it would be easier to pretend the other world didn't exist, but it's there, and I can't lie to you, or myself[2], and so what is it, then, this weird STUFF, this aching, that really shouldn't be known, but is known?[1], and you can call it "aching", and there's nothing wrong with "aching", just as there's nothing wrong with "nothing"[2], and I can't be satisfied with WORDS, and I can't be satisfied with MONEY, man, I need a RAINBOW![1], and so what is it, then, this weird STUFF, this aching, that really shouldn't be known, but is known?[2], and if, one day, you see me in the sky, you'll know I've become a sky god, and it can't come too soon[1], and I can't be satisfied with WORDS, and I can't be satisfied with MONEY, man, I need a RAINBOW![2], and I'm not the man who dreamed of FAERYLAND, oh, that was W.B. Yeats, and I wouldn't step on another man's toes[1], and if, one day, you see me in the sky, you'll know I've become a sky god, and it can't come too soon[2], and there has got to be more, and I'm the one who has got to find it, and, LORD, am I the lucky sort?[3], and I'm not the man who dreamed of FAERYLAND, oh, that was W.B. Yeats, and I wouldn't step on another man's toes[2], and the brighter you burn, the luckier you get, and the harder you work, the more "something" it all seems[3], and King Solomon, Prince Hamlet, Young Werther: your miserable boys are going to take one HELL of a beating[3], and I'm coming out of confusion and despair, and I'm looking for WORDS that will - you know?[3], and it would be easier to pretend the other world didn't exist, but it's there, and I can't lie to you, or myself[3], and you can call it "aching", and there's nothing wrong with "aching", just as there's nothing wrong with "nothing"[3], and so what is it, then, this weird STUFF, this aching, that really shouldn't be known, but is known?[3], and I can't be satisfied with WORDS, and I can't be satisfied with MONEY, man, I need a RAINBOW![3], and if, one day, you see me in the sky, you'll know I've become a sky god, and it can't come too soon[3], and I'm not the man who dreamed of FAERYLAND, oh, that was W.B. Yeats, and I wouldn't step on another man's toes[3], and
And there has got to be more, and I'm the one who has got to find it, and, LORD, am I the lucky sort?[1], and the brighter you burn, the luckier you get, and the harder you work, the more "something" it all seems[1], and there has got to be more, and I'm the one who has got to find it, and, LORD, am I the lucky sort?[2], and King Solomon, Prince Hamlet, Young Werther: your miserable boys are going to take one HELL of a beating[1], and the brighter you burn, the luckier you get, and the harder you work, the more "something" it all seems[2], and I'm coming out of confusion and despair, and I'm looking for WORDS that will - you know?[1], and King Solomon, Prince Hamlet, Young Werther: your miserable boys are going to take one HELL of a beating[2], and it would be easier to pretend the other world didn't exist, but it's there, and I can't lie to you, or myself[1], and I'm coming out of confusion and despair, and I'm looking for WORDS that will - you know?[2], and you can call it "aching", and there's nothing wrong with "aching", just as there's nothing wrong with "nothing"[1], and it would be easier to pretend the other world didn't exist, but it's there, and I can't lie to you, or myself[2], and so what is it, then, this weird STUFF, this aching, that really shouldn't be known, but is known?[1], and you can call it "aching", and there's nothing wrong with "aching", just as there's nothing wrong with "nothing"[2], and I can't be satisfied with WORDS, and I can't be satisfied with MONEY, man, I need a RAINBOW![1], and so what is it, then, this weird STUFF, this aching, that really shouldn't be known, but is known?[2], and if, one day, you see me in the sky, you'll know I've become a sky god, and it can't come too soon[1], and I can't be satisfied with WORDS, and I can't be satisfied with MONEY, man, I need a RAINBOW![2], and I'm not the man who dreamed of FAERYLAND, oh, that was W.B. Yeats, and I wouldn't step on another man's toes[1], and if, one day, you see me in the sky, you'll know I've become a sky god, and it can't come too soon[2], and there has got to be more, and I'm the one who has got to find it, and, LORD, am I the lucky sort?[3], and I'm not the man who dreamed of FAERYLAND, oh, that was W.B. Yeats, and I wouldn't step on another man's toes[2], and the brighter you burn, the luckier you get, and the harder you work, the more "something" it all seems[3], and King Solomon, Prince Hamlet, Young Werther: your miserable boys are going to take one HELL of a beating[3], and I'm coming out of confusion and despair, and I'm looking for WORDS that will - you know?[3], and it would be easier to pretend the other world didn't exist, but it's there, and I can't lie to you, or myself[3], and you can call it "aching", and there's nothing wrong with "aching", just as there's nothing wrong with "nothing"[3], and so what is it, then, this weird STUFF, this aching, that really shouldn't be known, but is known?[3], and I can't be satisfied with WORDS, and I can't be satisfied with MONEY, man, I need a RAINBOW![3], and if, one day, you see me in the sky, you'll know I've become a sky god, and it can't come too soon[3], and I'm not the man who dreamed of FAERYLAND, oh, that was W.B. Yeats, and I wouldn't step on another man's toes[3], and
