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

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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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