Concrete (Piano Tapes)

Concrete (Piano Tapes) - Tom Odell

Written by：Tom Odell/Dean Josiah

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'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

I wanna see your masterpiece

Pole 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

Oh rubbing up against mine

'Cause I sit on these aeroplanes

But I just wanna walk

They 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

'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 my

Oh rubbing up against mine

Oh rubbing up against mine

Rubbing up against mine

Rubbing up against mine