Concrete - Piano Tapes

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
Because I'd sleep on a bed that's made of concrete
Just the two of us and no sheets
Just your feet rubbing up against mine
Staring at the picture on the wall
Yeah, it's pretty clever but, it's got no soul
I wanna see your masterpiece
But it doesn't make a difference to me
Because I'd sleep on a bed that's made of concrete
Just the two of us and no sheets
Just your feet rubbing up against mine
Oh, rubbing up against mine...
I see all these aeroplanes
But I just want to walk
Play me these symphonies
But I just want to talk
So baby, won't you come back?
Oh I need something real
I'd sleep on a bed that's made of concrete
Just the two of us and no sheets
Your feet rubbing up against mine
I'd sleep on a bed that's made of concrete
Just the two of us and no sheet
Just your feet rubbing up against my
Oh, rubbing up against mine... x5



Credits
Writer(s): Tom Peter Odell, Dean Cover
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