Post Tour Depression کے بول

Good old times stay in my soul But happiness behaves like a phantom I miss the smiles, the screams, and the hugs I'm going home, eyes on the horizon And I wonder why It doesn't matter How hard I try It always slips away I have to face this heavy goodbye 'Cause when I walk away, the void will find me I'm on my own, the Moon comes and goes But I can't help myself from going under And I wonder why It doesn't matter How hard I try It always slips away It's the post-tour depression! It's the post-tour depression! It's the post-tour depression! It's the post-tour depression! It's the post-tour depression! It's the post-tour depression! It's the post-tour depression! It's the post-tour depression!