We are born and live in a concrete world that surrounds us not realising the impact on the environment around us. We are trapped in an ever decreasing cycle of climate change and we don't see that "the grass doesn't grow here anymore". The conflict of happiness that modernism brings contrasts to the erosion and effect it is creating on the planet as a whole. It seems that there is so little space and yet so much time but we can't even hear a single word.

Music and Lyrics: Phil Bowen

Engineered and produced: Phil Bowen

Vocals, backing vocals, keyboards, guitars, bass: Phil Bowen

Lyrics

The grass doesn’t grow here anymore

Said the jailer to the birds

Concrete ceilings, walls and floor

You can’t even hear a single word

The only type of peace that you will find

When you’re fast asleep and all you have are dreams

So little space and so much time

You choose your life. That’s so it seems

Go down your heart

Go down your soul

You can find good reason why you are there

Go down your heart

Go down your soul

Wishing that you are elsewhere….. alright

All I want is to see the sky

That’s all I ask before I die

The grass doesn’t grow here anymore

Said the jailer to the birds

Concrete ceilings, walls and floor

You can’t even hear a single word

Concrete ceilings, walls and floor

You can’t even hear a single word

Concrete ceilings, walls and floor

You can’t even hear a word.