More songs by Damiano David
Description
There is a special kind of fatigue - the kind that cannot be cured by coffee, weekends, or even new sneakers. When everything seems to be in place, but inside you feel like glass crunching under your feet. On days like these, it's not philosophy that saves you, but a simple presence - like a pill without instructions, but with instant effect.
It seems that this sound is the very recipe: a sip of warmth in the midst of an internal cold, a quiet “hang in there” amid the noise of everyday life. The music seems to hug you around the shoulders when your hands drop, and whispers: everything will pass, just take the medicine - a little tenderness, a little faith, a little of someone who knows how to save, without even trying.
Lyrics and translation
Original
One dose of you, it's all that I'll ever need to be satisfied
And I never sleep right if I know you won't check in
When I'm sick of myself, you're the medicine
You know I've tried it all, I've cast if off
Never had a dream, a dream that you're not in
When my blood turns to broken glass
And I'm dreamin' of a heart attack
You're coming to save the world, you save my world, my world
When I'm sick of myself, you're the medicine
When Monday's hard and Tuesday is too
When Wednesday comes, I'll think of you
And the way I was just gritting my teeth
When I just can't win, I take my medicine
When your blood turns to broken glass
And you try your best but you finish last
You still save the world 'cause you're my world, my world
When I'm sick of myself, you're the medicine
When I'm sick of myself, you're the medicine
Ooh, whenever I feel this pain
You always know what to say
You're the cure, you're the love
You're the medicine