Tom Odell - Concrete (Live from London)

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 sleep on a bed that's made of concrete Just the two of us and no sheet Just your feet rubbing up against my 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 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 my Oh rubbing up against my Oh rubbing up against my I see all these aeroplane's But I just wanna walk Baby, it's happening But I just wanna talk So baby won't you come back Oh I need something real I sleep on a bed that's made of concrete Just the two of us and no sheet's Just your feet rubbing up against my I sleep on a bed that's made of concrete Just the two of us and no sheet Just your feet rubbing up against my Rubbing up against my Oh rubbing up against my Oh rubbing up against my Rubbing up against my Just rubbing up against my Rubbing up against my Rubbing up against my