- The Sundays Medicine 歌詞
- 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
'I'm not going and how could I lie?'
Just be glad 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
Now I know it's hopeless
and I realise it's nowhere
Hell here on my own
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