Medicine

Medicine - Broken Bells

This ordinary room is turning

Into something of a prison hole

And the only thing

We know for certain is that

Don't nobody know

You think none of this is real that's

Why you never try

So tear it down or build it up

It's the same

And on another lonely evening

When you're staying up counting omens

In the morning is it so disturbing that you

Just won't let it go

You think hurting gives you license

To do anything at all

But you gotta take your medicine

Allow your hands to lose

Their grip and let it fall

It's a wonder anyone can breathe here

With a smoke to thick to cough

So we're falling as we run

From cover from the

Bombs we're setting off

You think hurting gives you license

To do anything at all

But you gotta take your medicine

Allow your hands to lose

Their grip and let it fall

Allow your hands to lose

Their grip and let it fall

So we watch another good day fading

How we gonna leave

The hang man hanging

Girl one day you know

It all melts into air