Broken Bells - Medicine
This ordinary room is turningInto something of a prison holeAnd the only thing we know for certain is thatDon't nobody knowYou think none of this is real that'sWhy you never trySo tear it down or build it up it's the sameAnd on another lonely eveningWhen you're staying up counting omensIn the morning is it so disturbing that youJust won't let it goYou think hurting gives you licenseTo do anything at allBut you gotta take your medicineAllow your hands to lose their grip and let it fallIt's a wonder anyone can breathe hereWith a smoke too thick to coughSo we're falling as we run for cover from theBombs we're setting offYou think hurting gives you licenseTo do anything at allBut you gotta take your medicineAllow your hands to lose their grip and let it fallAllow your hands to lose their grip and let it fallSo we watch another good day fadingHow we gonna leave the hang man hangingGirl one day you know it all melts into air