Tindersticks

Im crawling, dont know where to or from
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 youre not here to touch
Sent you away, what else can I do
When I need something that much?
Im hurting babe, in the city theres no place for love
Its just used to make people feel better