Time Baby III - Medicine, Robin Guthrie

Sometimes it rains inside my head

And the words run dry

Now walls of breathing hands

Are reaching up to touch my thigh

No they don’t have to take you away

No they don’t have to take you away

No they don’t have to take you away

No they don’t have to take you away

Sometimes it’s bright inside my head

Except at the back of my eyes

And hands of breathing walls

Are reaching up No they don’t have to take you away

No they don’t have to take you away

No they don’t have to take you away

No they don’t have to take you away

(no no no no)(don't have to take you away)

(backs breaking from the way)