Too Sick - Red dons

Just tell me how can I follow

You back home

I trust you to guide me

But you’re too sick to go

Oh no feelings involved when leaving this way

Hopes couldn’t get any higher as we

Packed our bags to go

With no hope for a visa

So we’re left out in the cold

No feelings involved when you’re cheated this way

No Feelings involved when we’re treated this way

Feelings for our border guard

The leaves here turned in September

They were beautiful

But they long since have fallen

And we’re too sick to know

No feelings involved we’re a pitiful lot

Passing through scenes of hideous want

Trying to forget our own

Longing for home

Aimlessly

Wandering

Lost in echoes

And we’re all too sick to know