Low – Medicine Magazines Lyrics

They'll never cure this thing
With medicine and magazines, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh

I know you play your part
You cover up your ever-aching heart
Oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh

No one knows where you are
And no one thought you'd ever
Get that far
Oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh

And how can it be that fun
When everyone around you
Dies so young?
Oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

And I'm not your favorite one
But who will walk you out
When it's all done?
Oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh...