You took the pills
 It didn?t get us anywhere
 We called the help line
 To confess our crimes
 There wasn?t anybody there

 Like the self-portrait of Vincent Van Gogh
 Like a traveler in the rain
 Like a mother finally letting go
 We learn to live with pain

 I know why you hurt me
 I know why I let you
 The more you hurt me
 The more I can feel you
 It?s strange, so strange
 This pain, this pain that I love

 The fortune tellers
 They forge the future
 They never give you the bad news
 So I went under cover
 I saw your lover
 But I?m still here with you

 Like the self-portrait of Vincent Van Gogh
 Like a traveler in the rain
 Like a mother finally letting go
 We learn to live with pain

 I know why you hurt me
 I know why I let you
 The more you hurt me
 The more I can feel you
 It?s strange, so strange
 This pain, this pain that I love
 That I love

 I know why you hurt me
 I know why I let you
 The more you hurt me
 The closer I get to you
 It?s strange, so strange
 This pain, this pain that I love
 That I love