Møme, Gus Dingwall - Medicine

Friday night I leave falling through these city streets But it's all I wish to be free Now you're breaking me down There's nothing left of this town I made Now we're in trouble again We take a sip of this self-made medicine Firing my beliefs Heal me now for free Now look at the mess that we've made We cleaned it up too late Heal me now again I fall asleep You're all I see Gone like a hidden melody But baby you're all I seek There's nothing left of this town Now we're in trouble again Now we're in trouble again We take a sip of this self-made medicine Firing my beliefs Heal me now for free Now look at the mess that we've made We cleaned it up too late Heal me now again We cleaned it up too late Heal me now again We cleaned it up too late Heal me now again We take a sip of this self-made medicine Firing my beliefs Heal me now for free Now look at the mess that we've made We cleaned it up too late Heal me now again We take a sip of this self-made medicine Firing my beliefs Heal me now for free Now look at the mess that we've made We cleaned it up too late Heal me now again We cleaned it up too late Heal me now again We cleaned it up too late Heal me now again