Hospital World Lyrics

Courrier Hospital World

Living in a hospital world
And I can't tell what's mine and what's yours
A friend from a sword

A lock from an open door

Florescent sun and sanitized earth
Cigarette breathe and a novacaine curse
Everything is covered in blood and rust
Cold as a stone and dry as dust

I could really use a hand to hold
A shimmer of light in a broken home

Living in a hospital world
And I can't tell what's mine and what's yours
A friend from a sword
A lock from an open door

I've got some things I need erased
I've got some things I need replaced