| Concrete |
| In the city the heart still whispers Flaking metal a silent witness There's chemical fields and cathode clouds The milky way is emasculated as exhaust fans And smart cards shrink wrap the coloured air And send it coughing to eternity We can see the bright light but we can't reach it We are not afraid enough to call Go back wrong way you cannot stay you cannot live here Concrete you don't free my soul In the city the sound is biting Cement fingers they are clutching The emissary of trash decorates the way No wild acres you can see, yearning to breathe Concrete you don't free my soul Blackened hands and heart of steel, No wish to consume, embellish, discard and expire Concrete you don't free my soul Concrete you don't free my soul |