I was looking for a shortcut
To some where worth the ride
A map without the detours
An ocean without the tide

He was leaning by the doorway
Watching fog curl through the light
He laughed and shook his head
"That's not how you win the night"

 

He said every rose worth holding
Comes with a thorn or two
Every dream worth chasing
Leaves a mark on you

 

He closed the door like he always did,
He leaned into the shadows and said,

 

Pleasure is the child of pain
Sunshine comes from falling rain
You can run from the fire
But you'll never find the flame

Pleasure is the child of pain

 

  I spent years collecting answers
Like souvenirs from every town
But every road that mattered
First had to break me down

Then one night I saw him singing
To a slow horn melody
And suddenly those cryptic words
Started making sense to me

 

Every scar becomes a story
Every loss can leave a gain
Sometimes what we're after
Is hiding in the pain

 

He closed the door like he always did,
He leaned into the shadows and said,

 

Pleasure is the child of pain
Sunshine comes from falling rain
You can run from the fire
But you'll never find the flame

Pleasure is the child of pain

 

he left a note on the table
With a mysterious silhouette
A room number and a question mark
I haven't answered yet

 

He closed the door like he always did,
He leaned into the shadows and said,

Pleasure is the child of pain
Sunshine comes from falling rain
You can run from the fire
But you'll never find the flame

Pleasure is the child of pain