City Sickness

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 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 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 fuck my mind 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 --- City Sickness - Tindersticks