Medicine-The Sundays

[00:08.99]Dig down to the earth here outside [00:16.15]Lose my mind here any day now [00:23.22]Don't be sad, we're only half way there [00:33.66]Oh no, that's what I call home [00:50.71]You remember the hills we slithered down [00:57.86]"I'm not going anywhere" [01:03.87]You lied [01:10.32]Hell on my own [01:18.51]Hell here on my own [01:31.41]And don't go imagining that time is medicine [01:39.79]Mark those days and swallow your pills [01:46.84]Proud of my wise head on young shoulders [01:58.17]Too bad there was nothing there at all [02:08.22]Hell on my own [02:14.88]Hell here on my own [02:24.70]And it was such a really cold hand [02:29.34]I held as the wind sighed [02:34.41]"I'm not going and how could I lie?" [02:39.55]Just be glad there's no way back there [02:47.11]I need another look at before, well [02:50.86]Although heaven knows how I'd ever make my way back there [03:01.83]And I need another look at before, well [03:08.71]Although heaven knows how I'd ever make my way back there [03:17.47]Now I know it's hopeless [03:23.46]and I realise it's nowhere [03:28.26]Hell here on my own