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'd sleep, on a bed that's made of concrete

Just the two of us and, no sheet

Just your feet, rubbing up against mine.

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 a difference to me.

Cause I'd sleep, on a bed that's made of concrete

Just the two of us and, no sheet

Just your feet, rubbing up against mine

Oh rubbing up against mine

Oh rubbing up against mine.

I sit on these aeroplanes

But I just wanna walk

Play me these symphonies

But I just wanna talk

So babe won't you come back

Oh I need something real.

I'd sleep, on a bed that's made of concrete

Just the two of us and, no sheets

Just your feet, rubbing up against mine

I'd sleep, on a bed that's made of concrete

Just the two of us and, no sheet

Just your feet, rubbing up against mine

Oh rubbing up against mine

Oh rubbing up against mine

Rubbing up against mine

Rubbing up against mine.