Medicine Lyrics

The Sundays

Dig down to the earth here outside Lose my mind here any day now Don’t be sad, we’re only half way there Oh no, that’s what I call home
You remember the hills we slithered down I’m not going anywhere you lied Hell on my own, Hell here on my own
And don’t go imagining that time is medicine Mark those days and swallow your pills Proud of my wise head on young shoulders Too bad there was nothing there at all
Hell on my own, hell here on my own
And it was such a really cold hand I held as the wind sighed And I’m not going and how could I lie? Just be glad there’s no way back there
I need another look at before Though Heaven knows how I’d ever Make my way back there
And I need another look at before Although Heaven knows how I’d ever Make my way back there
Now I know it’s hopeless And i realise it's nowhere Hell here on my own

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