Concrete Songtext

Tom Odell

von Wrong Crowd

Concrete Songtext
Got me in my hotel room
Got me more pillows I could ever use
I think they call it luxury
But it doesn't make a difference to me

Cause I sleep on a bed that's made of concrete
Just the two of us and no sheet
Just your feet rubbing up against my

I've been staring at the picture on the wall
I know it's pretty clever but it's got no soul
I wanna see your masterpiece
But it doesn't make difference to me

Cause I sleep on a bed that's made of concrete
Just the two of us and no sheet
Just your feet rubbing up against my
Just rubbing up against my
Just rubbing up against my
Just rubbing up against my

I feel like an aeroplane
But I just wanna walk
Baby, it's happening
But I just wanna talk
So baby won't you come back
Oh I need something real

I sleep on a bed that's made of concrete
Just the two of us and no sheet
Just your feet rubbing up against my
I sleep on a bed that's made of concrete
Just the two of us and no sheet
Just your feet rubbing up against my
Rubbing up against my
Rubbing up against my
Rubbing up against my
Rubbing up against my
Just rubbing up against my
Rubbing up against my
Rubbing up against my
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