Concrete Boots

Have you ever got that downwards sinking feeling? And just a touch of human
hands make for healing? He’s watered down amongst the crowd
Always lost and searching for his own sound
These concrete boots he wears, make it hard to reach the air
These concrete boots he wears
And now all the eyes are facing towards the south. Just as narrow words try to
escape his mouth. The plastered faces are painted white, just to keep the
inside out of his sight
These concrete boots he wears, make it hard to reach the air
These concrete boots he wears