Written by James Russell Mercer, Brian Burton
E D G A This ordinary room is turning E D G A into something of a prison oh E D G A and the only thing we know for certain is that E D G A don't nobody know C D You think none of this real that's G A why you never try C so tear me down or D build me up just the same E D G A Oooh, aaah E D G A Condone another lonely evening E D G A when you're staying up counting omens E D G A and the morning is it so disturbing that you E D G A just won't let it go? E D G A You think hurting gives you license (license) E D G A to do anything at all (anything) E D G But you gotta take your medicine (medicine) A E D G A Allow your hands to lose their grip and let it fall E D G A Oooh, aaah E D G A It's a wonder anyone can breathe here E D G A with the smoke to thick to cough E D G A So we've fallen as we run for cover from the E D G A bombs we're setting off E D G A You think hurting gives you license (license) E D G A to do anything at all (anything) E D G But you gotta take your medicine (medicine) A E D G A Allow your hands to lose their grip and let it fall E D G A Oooh, aaah A E D G A Allow your hands to lose their grip and let it fall C D So we watch another good day fading G A How we gonna leave the hangman hanging C D Girl one day you know we'll know E enough to get better E D G A Oooh, aaah