Medicine Sky

I took a run to the tower to find a secret flower

When I caught the word I missed your call

These lab coat tackles and prison shackles

Are the reason I still fall

For you

Rundown garden treasures

Under locked up measure

I would rather be with you inside of my

Medicine sky

I brought a dozen roses and a page full of prose

You never know how this might go down

But in this backseat ride the doorhandles hide

I lay back and let the lights go round

I am after little

Just your telescopic smile

I am buried

I am home in my

Medicine sky

Words masticate and get all syncopated inside

I’m vindicated but I’m implicated

By all those prison lies that knock me down to size

They just roll their eyes mirror-mile high

I could heave a sigh when those thugs arrive

You could be my prize

Please don’t run and hide

I am after little

Just your telescopic style

Well I am buried

I am home in my

Medicine sky

Words masticate and get all syncopated inside

I’m vindicated but I’m implicated

By all those prison lies when you could be my prize

I took a run to the tower to find a secret flower

When I caught the word I missed your call

These prison shackles and lab coat tackles are the reason I still fall

For you

Rundown garden pleasures

Under lock up measures

I, I am buried

I am home in my

Medicine sky