Medicine — текст песни (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
o 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
& don`t go imagining that time is medicine
mark those days & 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
& it was such a really cold hand
I held as the wind sighed
I`m not going & 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
& I need another look at before
although heaven knows how I`d ever make
my way back there
now I know it`s hopeless
& I realise it`s nowhere
hell here on my own