מילים לשיר This Ache – Blues Traveler

This ache That follows you down from wherever you both came from Well it won't leave Quietly It just waits here noisily with me I turn to go but quite instead It sinks it's fangs into my head And gnaws upon me like a greedy bone The fragrant scent of parts unknown I try my best but it gets worse And fearful of this blessed curse The moon is full I feel my teeth
My instincts give no sympathy for me All I want is to stay
Here with you for at least a couple of minutes more In your front seat By any reason I can find
My right foot still dangling out your door This ache That follows you down from wherever you both came from Well it won't leave
Quietly It just waits here noisily with me The pots and pans and bareassed bones Would have me feeling all alone But never fear the ache is there
And calmly he pulls up a chair And through the night we play some hands While the ache he issues his demands Yeah the ache he issues his demands
And I'm like Custer at his lemonade stand And all I have is this ache Just to see you again Though I've got no pretext to And hope
Won't quench my thirst this time Can't you see that I'm aching for you I go to sleep when I awake In the kitchen is my ache He cooks me breakfast ties my shoes Puts in the time he pays my dues He sticks a needle in my eye And haunts me like some tragic lie Reminds me 'till I bend to break That I've been given the gift of. This ache
from wherever you both came from That followed you down Well it won't leave Quietly It just waits here noisily with me This ache That followed you down from wherever you both came from This ache
That followed you down from wherever you both came from
Well it won't leave Quietly It just waits here noisily with me Extracted from the liner notes for the Album "Truth Be Told" Words by J. Popper Music by B. Wilson.