I would like to leave this city, this old town don't smell too pretty and I can feel the warning signs running around my mind, and when I leave this island I'll book myself into a soul asylum, and I can feel the warning signs running around my mind
So here I go still scratching around the same old hole, my body feels young but my mind is very old. So what do you say? You can't give me the dreams that are mine anyway, you're half the world away. I've been lost I've been found but I don't feel down.