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The Waifs

Fourth Floor

  australian  folk  indie  acoustic  aussie
392 3 часа назад

Текст песни The Waifs - Fourth Floor

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On the fourth floor of the buildingIn a shallow window boxShe`s digging in the soil with a silver spoonHer hands inside rubber glovesPlanting seeds pulling out weedsThe cycle of life is completeWho would`ve thought it in a city of stoneFour floors above the streetI cannot tell what kind of flowers they areI`m too far below on the streetBut the colour they add to the building so drabBrings a warm splash of welcome reliefSomething worthwhile for the sun to shine onA reason to radiate heatWell that small window box puts a skip in my feetFour floors below on the streetFor every good seed she plants in the soilThere`s a dozen bad waiting to growTo strangle the goodness she`s trying to nurtureAnd kill all the seed that she`s sownEvery time you water the garden you also water the weedsA profound illustration of sin and temptationFour floors above the streetSome people don`t understand why she does itSome people look for a reasonMaybe she just likes the feel of the soilOr keeping in tune with the seasonsMaybe she has so much pride in herselfGot to keep it all visually pleasingA small paradise in a world of concreteFour floors above the streetA small paradise in a world of concreteA small paradise in a world of concreteA small paradise in a world of concreteFour floors above the street

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