Pinhead Gunpowder - Achin To Be Lyrics
Well she's kind of like an artistSittin' on the floorShe never finished, she abandonsNever shows a soulAnd she's kind of like a movieEveryone rushes to seeAnd no one understands itSitting in their seatsShe opens her mouth to speak andWhat comes out's a mysteryThought about, not understoodShe's achin' to beWell she dances alone in nightclubsEvery other day of the weekPeople look right through herBaby doll, check your cheekAnd she's kind of like a poetWho finds it hard to speakThe poems come so slowlyLike the colours down a sheetShe opens her mouth to speak andShe closes her eyes to seeThought about, not understoodShe's achin' to beWell I've been achin' for a while now, friendI've been achin' hard for yearsWell she's kind of like an artistWho uses paints no moreYou never show me what you're doingNever show a soulWell I saw one of your picturesThere was nothing that I could seeIf no one's on your canvasWell, I'm achin' to beShe closes her mouth to speak andCloses her eyes to seeThought about and only lovedShe's achin' to beJust like me
