Concrete

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