Concrete Corners

I wake up rosy to a Grey early morning, I like Deserted spaces with the Concrete corners and I hear Ooh, ooh, oooh And I hear Ooh, ooh, oooh The sky has power it makes Fields electric, white noise Orchestrated, I lay deliriated and I I wake up rosy to a Grey early morning, I like Deserted spaces with the Concrete corners And I march, to the beat, of my own drummer I'm losing interest in my current situation, I want To break the ceiling, you can Bring home the bacon And I hear Ooh, ooh, oooh And I hear Ooh, ooh, oooh I got this feeling like I Am separated My head, is in the kitchen My body's in a basement somewhere I'm losing interest in my current situation, I want To break the ceiling, you can Bring home the bacon And I march, to the beat of my own drummer In the wild, in the wild, in the wild In the heat, in the heat, in the heat It was there, it was there, it was there Unreal, unreal, unreal I march to the beat of my very own drummer I march to the beat of my very own drummer Oooh I wake up rosy to a Grey early morning I like Deserted spaced with the Concrete corners