Sleeping Bags & Concrete Floors

I haven't slept for eleven days
And all the bloods rushed from my face
And in the night I'm under the bridge
I'm lost in the grief and the shame of this
A sleeping bag and a concrete floor
A bottle and cigarettes keep me poor
When the stars in the night are my only friend
How long will it be till the cold will end?

So how long does it take?
To help a soul
In need of a hand
To take me home
To take me home

I search for the vice that keeps me sane
Just pick yourself up it's all the same
The burn in my throat the tar in my lungs
The winter air that keeps me young
A bitter reminder of all that I've lost
That came with the pressure and greatest cost
When you lose it all and there's nothing left
And life without hope isn't worth the breath

So how long does it take?
To help a soul
In need of a hand
To take me home
To take me home

How long does it take?
To help a soul
In need of a hand
To take them home
To take them home

To take them home
To take them home



Credits
Writer(s): David Smith, Jack Baker, Matthew White, Sam Galway
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