In cold light of morning while everyone is yawning
You’re high
In the cold light of morning the party gets boring, you're high
As your skin starts to scratch and wave yesterdays action goodbye

Forget past indiscretions
And stolen possessions
You’re high
In the cold light

In the cold light of morning while everyone’s yawning
You’re high
In the cold light of morning
You’re drunk sick from whoring and high
Staring back from the mirrors
A face that you don’t recognise

It’s a loser a sinner a cock and a dildo’s disguise
In the cold light

Tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
As your skin starts to scratch
And wave yesterdays action goodbye

Forget past indiscretions
And stolen possessions.
You’re high
In the cold light of day

Tomorrow’s only a king
Whistle
Whistle
Whistle
Whistle
Whistle
Whistle
Whistle
Whistle
whistle
Away

In the cold light of day

Placebo - Meds Lyrics

All lyrics have been transcribed by me, and of course there will be plenty of minor mistakes. If you spot a mistake, feel free to email me at zach DOT barish @ gmail DOT com (spelt out so spammers can't spam me into oblivion!) This page will also print onto A4 pages with no cropping (all being well).