Fourth Floor

Текст песни WAIFS,THE - Fourth Floor <br/> On the fourth floor of the building<br />In a shallow window box<br />She’s digging in the soil with a silver spoon<br />Her hands inside rubber gloves<br />Planting seeds pulling out weeds<br />The cycle of life is complete<br />Who would’ve thought it in a city of stone<br />( )<br />Four floors above the street<br /><br />I cannot tell what kind of flowers they are<br />I’m too far below on the street<br />But the colour they add to the building so drab<br />Brings a warm splash of welcome relief<br />Something worthwhile for the sun to shine on<br />A reason to radiate heat<br />Well that small window box puts a skip in my feet<br />Four floors below on the street<br /><br />For every good seed she plants in the soil<br />There’s a dozen bad waiting to grow<br />To strangle the goodness she’s trying to nurture<br />And kill all the seed that she’s sown<br />Every time you water the garden you also water the weeds<br />A profound illustration of sin and temptation<br />Four floors above the street<br /><br />Some people don’t understand why she does it<br />Some people look for a reason<br />Maybe she just likes the feel of the soil<br />Or keeping in tune with the seasons<br />Maybe she has so much pride in herself<br />Got to keep it all visually pleasing<br />A small paradise in a world of concrete<br />Four floors above the street<br /><br />A small paradise in a world of concrete<br />A small paradise in a world of concrete<br />A small paradise in a world of concrete<br />Four floors above the street<br />