Medicine Chest Fionn Regan

She laughs then
Falls down the stairs
The hairs in her eyes
There's a price
To be paid for style

Her throat is lined
With burning fly wings
The telephone signs
The exit sign stings

I miss the weight
Pinning me down
Pinning me down
Oh doctor, where's the sun?
When you're down in this hole
With the medicine chest

She's pretty
And destroyed
With Indian ink
Let the outside world sink

I miss the weight
Holding me back
Holding me back
Oh doctor, here's the sun
'Cause we're out of that hole
With the medicine chest