Three Flights Up - Nanci Griffith

(Frank Christian)

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

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It was always three flights up
Cathedral bells kept time

In the winter, a-chatterin' cold
While the building shook like ragweed in the wind
Stories from the heat pipes
We were told
But now they only leave me
With a half-enchanted grin

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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
'Cause I can see it in the flowers
Dyin' on the window sill
I know we must be out by tomorrow mornin'
But am I goin' 'gainst my will

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