I got this sickness as I got off the train
I have these hands beating with love for you
It's just that, before may last forever
Sent you away, what else can I do
I have these hands beating with love for you
When I need something that much? That much
And you're not here to touch
So this is where I ran for freedom where I may not be free
Sent you away, what else can I do
When I need something that much?
It's just that, before may just fuck my mind
And you're not here to touch
Now it chafes away at my heart, until nothing remains
I'm hurting, babe, in the city there's no place for love
Sent you away, what else can I do
I'm okay during, you kind of fill up my mind
I have the city sickness growing inside me
I'm okay afterwards, afterwards lasts for minutes only
I have these hands beating with love for you
It's just used to make people feel better, it's not like us
You're not here to touch
