Matthew Howes - Cold Concrete Lyrics

Cold, cold concrete
Like hammer blows below my feet
Woe, woe is me
I never knew how to be free
And now I never ever will
Well I just haven't got the skill
For so precarious a thrill
As just to be with you
And not to be still

Cold, cold cold heart
You never march to your own beat
And now you never ever will
Well I just haven't got the skill
So vicarious the thrill
As just to be with you
Was not to be
Still

Cold, cold cold feet
Run from your one chance to be free
Cos now you never ever will
And I just haven't got the skill
For so mysterious a thrill
As just to be fulfilled
And not to be still