Текст песни: Waifs,The - Fourth Floor



I cannot tell what kind of flowers they are


I’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


There’s a dozen bad waiting to grow


To strangle the goodness she’s trying to nurture


And kill all the seed that she’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 don’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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I cannot tell what kind of flowers they are


I’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


There’s a dozen bad waiting to grow


To strangle the goodness she’s trying to nurture


And kill all the seed that she’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 don’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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