Three Flights Up - Nanci Griffith

Three Flights Up - Nanci Griffith
We returned to that five room flat
Now it was empty and this the last time
There were blinking pictures
Of how we'd sit and chat
Some of them are scattered
Others shattered in my mind
It was always three flights up
Cathedral bells kept time
In the winter a-chattering cold
While the building shook like rageweed in the wind
Stories from the heat pipes
We were told
Now they only leave me
With a half-enchanted grin
It was always three flights up
Cathedral bells kept time
Bicycles squeezed down alley ways into view
And towels warmed on oven doors
To not freeze
Was the only thing to do
I wonder if we kept to the fair warning
See it in the flowers
Dying on the window sil
I know we must be out by tommorow morning
But am I going 'gainst my will
It was always three flights up
Cathedral bells kept time
Bicycles squeezed down alley ways into view
Towels warmed down on oven doors
To not freeze
Was the only thing to do
I wonder if we kept to the fair warning
'Cause I can see it in the flowers
Dying on the window sil
I know we must be out by tommorow morning
But am I going 'gainst my will
It was always three flights up
Cathedral bells kept time
It was always three flights up
Cathedral bells kept time