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