If you're about to lose your mind,
And if you're feeling stranded here,
Then you're just feeling a lack of soul.
Sick every time when I leave this town.
Sick every time that I leave this town.
We're covered in dust, and everything here
Is starting to play tricks with our minds.
If the build seems unsteady,
It can be just solace sometimes,
Sick every time when I leave this town.
Sick every time that I leave this town.
We're holding on tight but we,
We just keep falling down.
We're holding on tight but we,
We just keep falling down.
Sick every time when I leave this town.
Sick every time that I leave this town.
Sick every time that I leave this town.
Sick every time that I leave this town.