Post Tour Depression

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!



Credits
Writer(s): Gonzalo Nicolas Gallo, Sergio Fernando Bufi, Juan Manuel Kokollo, Gustavo Nicolas Taranto
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