Letra Medicine de Sundays original

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
& 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
& 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
& I need another look at before
Although heaven knows how I'd ever make
My way back there
Now I know it's hopeless
& I realise it's nowhere
Hell here on my own