Medicine - Broken Bells

The sun in every room is turning

Into something of a prison home

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

To tear it down or build it up, it’s the same

On another lonely evening

When you staying up counting all hands

In the morning it is so disturbing

That you just won’t let it go You think hurting gives you licence

To do anything at all

But you gotta take your medicine

To allow your hands to lose their grip and let it fall

It’s a wonder anyone can breathe here

With the smoke too thick to cough

So we’re falling as we run for cover

From the bombs we’re setting on You think hurting gives you licence

To do anything at all

But you gotta take your medicine

To allow your hands to lose their grip and let it fall

So we’re watching another good day fit in How we’re gonna leave a hanged man hanging?

Cause one day you know it all is 'bout to give in