Минус Tom Odell - Concrete

Текст (слова) песни Tom Odell - 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