Lyrics Medicine Ball - Rogue Wave

Medicine Ball

I fell too soon from a hot-air balloon
And I don’t know what it teaches
It’s the moment of my weakness
I’ve had enough of your sermonized speeches
It’s the food that I wanted
Out on the evening
Six months ahead
With the styrofoam deepness
Of a medicine ball
A trappist monk
Shares his spritual secrets
Cornered the market on her English
El Diablo put syringes on the beaches
Sucked the juice out of its sweetness
Out on the evening
Six months ahead
With the styrofoam deepness
Of a medicine ball
Medicine ball
Medicine ball