Three Flights Up - Frank Christian

Well. we returned to that five room flat

Now it was empty and this the last time

There were blinkin' pictures of how we'd sit and chat

Some of them were shattered others scattered on my mind

It was always three flights up

Cathedral bells kept time

In the winter. chattering cold
While the building shook like ragweed 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 squeeze down alleyways into view
And towels warmed on oven doors to not freeze
It was the only thing to do

I wonder if we took to the fair warning
I can see it in the flowers dying on the window sill
I know we have to be out by tomorrow morning
But am I going against my will
Cathedral bells kept time

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