Concrete

Got me in my hotel room More pillows I could ever use I think they call it luxury But it doesn't make a difference to me 'Cause 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 mine Staring at the picture on the wall Yeah it's pretty clever but, it's got no soul Show me your masterpiece And it wouldn't make difference to me 'Cause 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 mine Oh rubbing up against mine Oh rubbing up against mine I sit on these aeroplanes But I just wanna walk Play me these symphonies But I just wanna 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 Oh rubbing up against mine Rubbing up against mine Rubbing up against mine --- Concrete - Tom Odell