Medicine

Like a ghost, you'll find me following my feet

All alone just touring round the quiet streets

Like a ghost, you'll catch me in the corner of your eye

Struggling with emphysema, I need more to get by

Like a skeleton, I am brittle

Made of bones and hope

I don't need you or anyone reading my horoscope

To say I haven't got long left would be an understatement

Take the bag and read the box, you'll see that I need

So much more than medicine

I need so much more than old-fashioned medicine

So much morе than medicine

I need so much more than old-fashionеd medicine

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

In bathroom mirrors, I see your reflection

I turn around and I look back, and you're old and black and then you're gone again

I get to bed, but keep the lights

I feel the air flexing and all the seams connecting

Shadows moving out of sync and I cast my eye

I spot you floating in the darkness and I'm petrified

I turn around and try to run but you're in every room

I grab a loaded gun that I hold when I think that I need

So much more than medicine

I need so much more than old-fashioned medicine

So much more than medicine

I need so much more than old-fashioned medicine

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah