the sundays
medicine
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 And 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   And 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   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 realize it's nowhere Hell here on my own