Medicine Songtext
von The Sundays

Dig down to the earth here outside
Lose my mind in any way now
Don′t be sad, we're only halfway 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
"I′m not going and how could I lie?"
Just be glad ′cause there's no way back there

I need another look at before, well
Although heaven knows how I′d ever
Make my way back there
And I need another look at before, well
Although heaven knows how I'd ever
Make my way back there

Though I know that it′s hopeless
And I realise that it's nowhere
Hell here on my own