[Verse 1]
Send me off and give me
Magazine copies of open spaces
And open ends, distant, diverted from the medicine
And our own ends that we're seeing

[Chorus]
White, white walls and hospitals
All of us feel trivial
And relative, tentative and waiting
For all those white, white walls and hospitals
All of us feel trivial
And paper thin, tentative and waiting

[Verse 2]
For just another day of no answers
And no promises in the night time
But in the meantime, fucking hospitals and medicine
Stand towering and cold and pallid

[Chorus]
White, white walls and hospitals
All of us feel trivial
And relative, tentative and waiting
For all those white, white walls and hospitals
All of us feel trivial
And paper thin, tentative and waiting
Paper thin, tentative and waiting
[Outro]
Send me out there to the tower now
Hospitals and their medicine