City Sickness – Tindersticks

The centre of things from where everything stems
Is not where I belong
And the city sickness, growing inside me
So this is where I ran for freedom
Where I may not be free
Chorus:

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

I’m okay afterwards


Lyric City Sickness – Tindersticks