Dig down to the earth here outside
Lose my mind here any day now
Dont be sad, were only half way there
O no, thats what I call home
You remember the hills we slithered down
Im not going anywhere
You lied

Hell on my own
Hell here on my own
And dont go imagining that time is medicine
Mark those days & swallow your pills
Proud of my wise head on young shoulders
Too bad there was nothing there at all

Hell on my own
Hell here on my own

And it was such a really cold hand
I held as the wind sighed
Im not going & how could I lie?
Just be glad theres no way back there
I need another look at before
Though heaven knows how Id ever
Make my way back there

And I need another look at before
Although heaven knows how Id ever
Make my way back there

Now I know its hopeless
And I realise its nowhere
Hell here on my own

-The Sundays