Concrete and iron turning wheels in my heart Rusted and grown in cement where they are And they never go No they never grow old Another low Still there for you
Wild things and drunk things Controlling my heart This is here now and it’s not what you are And we never know And we never call out Nervous though Whatever comes
Said it was like a dream Like some other thing Said it was like a dream Like some other thing
Concrete and iron turning wheels in my heart Rusted and grown in cement where they are And they never go No they never grow old Another low Still there for you
Said it was like a dream Like some other thing Said it was like a dream Like some other thing Said it was like a dream Like some other thing Said it was like a dream Like some other thing
