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