Concrete & Plastic

He's a man

From the island of tall, tall buildings

Made of concrete and plastic

He breathes of pain

And ambition

Everyday is a constant tension

He's getting sick and tired of it

Losing sense of direction

Stuck in a vicious circle

Losing sense of direction

He's a man

From the island of tall, tall buildings

Made of concrete and plastic

Losing sense of direction

Stuck in a vicious circle

Losing sense of direction

No runaway, runaway

He caught up in a maze he made

It's not a game to play

There is more of life out there

He put himself on the line

It's been a long time since you've been yourself

No runaway, runaway

It's never been a game