I'm crawling, I don't know where to or from 
The centre of things from where everything stems 
Is not where I belong 
I have the city sickness, growing inside me 
So this is where I ran for freedom 
Where I may not be free 

 [bad word]  

I have these hands beating with love for you 

And you're not here to touch 

Sent you away, what else can I do 

When I need something that much? 

Oh I'm hurting babe, in the city there's no place for love 
It's just used to make people feel better 
That's not like us 
I got this sickness as I got off the train 
Now it chafes away at my heart 
Until nothing remains

 [bad word] 

I have these hands beating with love for you 

And you're not here to touch 

Sent you away, what else can I do 

When I need something that much? 

That much 

I'm okay afterwards 
Afterwards lasts for minutes only 
I'm okay during 
You kind of fill up my mind 
It's just that before may last forever 
It's just that before may just [bad word] my mind