HOT WATER MUSICPaper Thin Lyrics
Send me up and give me magazine copies of open spaces,
and open ends distant, diverted from the medicine, and our own ends that we're seeing.
White white walls and hospitals, all of us feel trivial and relative, tentative and waiting
for our own white white walls and hospitals,
all of us feel trivial and paper thin, tentative and waiting.
For just another day of no answers,
and no promises in the nighttime,
but in the meantime fucking hospitals and medicine
stand towering and cold and pallid.
Send me up into the towering hospitals and their medicine Correct these lyrics
Songwriter(s): George Rebello, Christopher James Wollard, Jason William Black, Charles Allen Ragan
Copyright: Reach Global Inc., Nudie Magazine Day, I Like Mine Slow, Giterdonson, Lockgroove
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