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
