Текст песни Waifs,The - Fourth Floor, слова песни Waifs,The

Текст песни Waifs,The - Fourth Floor

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I cannot tell what kind of flowers they are
IвЂ™m too far below on the street
But the colour they add to the building so drab
Brings a warm splash of welcome relief
Something worthwhile for the sun to shine on
A reason to radiate heat
Well that small window box puts a skip in my feet
Four floors below on the street

For every good seed she plants in the soil
ThereвЂ™s a dozen bad waiting to grow
To strangle the goodness sheвЂ™s trying to nurture
And kill all the seed that sheвЂ™s sown
Every time you water the garden you also water the weeds
A profound illustration of sin and temptation
Four floors above the street

Some people donвЂ™t understand why she does it
Some people look for a reason
Maybe she just likes the feel of the soil
Or keeping in tune with the seasons
Maybe she has so much pride in herself
Got to keep it all visually pleasing
A small paradise in a world of concrete
Four floors above the street

A small paradise in a world of concrete
A small paradise in a world of concrete
A small paradise in a world of concrete
Four floors above the street

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Fourth Floor

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