Low - Medicine Magazines Lyrics

They'll never cure this thing

With medicine and magazines, ohh, ohh, ohh

I know you play your part

You cover up your ever aching heart, ohh, ohh

No one knows where you are

And no one thought you'd ever get that far, ohh, ohh

And how can it be that fun

When everyone around you dies so young? Ohh, ohh, ohh

And I'm not your favorite one

But who will walk you out when it's all done? Ohh, ohh, ohh