Marcus Mumford - Better Off High lyrics

Bless that medicine
For bringing round that click in your head
Better off high than dead
When you are stripped bare
When you have settled your affairs
Dressed in white
Like a bride
Or a new believer

Holding
A handful of dust
What else can we trust?
What else can we trust?

It's all that's left for us
When you are back on the line
The lost stillness in your mind
Almost seized me
And all of this tedious talk
It's cheap
It's easy

Holding
A handful of dust
What else can we trust?
It's all that's left for us
Anyway
Anyway, oh oh

Yeah, some hell's put a crease on me
And it still feels like there are hooks in me
But the silence turns up the curse in me

Bless that medicine
For bringing round that click in your head
Better off high than dead