Deepest

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 Said it was like a dream Like some other thing Said it was like a dream Like some other thing Said it was like a dream Like some other thing