A Cure For Minds Unwell Lyrics : This song sung by Lewis Capaldi, a new addition to the English music scene, featured in the album “Broken By Desire To Be Heavenly Sent (Extended Edition)”. Lyrics of this song are written by Lewis Capaldi and music for this track was produced by TMS.
A Cure For Minds Unwell Song Details
Singer : Lewis Capaldi
Album : Broken By Desire To Be Heavenly Sent (Extended Edition)
Lyrics : Lewis Capaldi, Tom Barnes, Ben Kohn, Nick Atkinson
Music : TMS
A Cure For Minds Unwell Lyrics
Waking up too early, static on the TV
Dressed in all the clothes I had on
When yesterday decided I didn’t need to fight with the hours and the seconds no more
Doing all the things that I’m supposed to
Working every day the way that most do
Smiling while I’m hiding what I’m going through
But you know, you know, you know
That, if I’m being honest
I couldn’t tell you this is all I wanted
I struggle sleeping ’cause the house feels haunted
Filled with the shadows of regret and the things I should’ve said
To the ones I laid to rest, and, lately
I’m terrified that all my youth is fading
Man, growing old is so excruciating
Is there a cure for minds unwell? ‘Cause my head’s a living hell
If I’m honest with myself
Stumble as I’m leaving, one foot takes the leading
Second seems to struggle to find
A solitary reason to continue seeking any use in walking this line
Doing all the things that I’m supposed to
Working every day the way that most do
Smiling while I’m hiding what I’m going through
But you know, you know, you know
That, if I’m being honest
I couldn’t tell you this is all I wanted
I struggle sleeping ’cause the house feels haunted
Filled with the shadows of regret and the things I should’ve said
To the ones I laid to rest, and, lately
I’m terrified that all my youth is fading
Man, growing old is so excruciating
Is there a cure for minds unwell? ‘Cause my head’s a living hell
If I’m honest with myself
So, how am I supposed to see an end
To my own consuming constant fear and dread
When I can’t even seem to make it out of bed?
Yeah, if I’m being honest
I couldn’t tell you this is all I wanted
I struggle sleeping ’cause the house feels haunted
Filled with the shadows of regret and the things I should’ve said
To the ones I laid to rest, and, lately
I’m terrified that all my youth is fading
Man, growing old is so excruciating
Is there a cure for minds unwell? ‘Cause my head’s a living hell
If I’m honest with myself