Three Flights Up - Frank Christian

    Well. we returned to that five room flat
    Now it was empty and this the last time
    There were blinkin' pictures of how we'd sit and chat
    Some of them were shattered others scattered on my mind
    It was always three flights up
    Cathedral bells kept time

    In the winter. chattering cold
    While the building shook like ragweed 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 squeeze down alleyways into view
    And towels warmed on oven doors to not freeze
    It was the only thing to do

    I wonder if we took to the fair warning
    I can see it in the flowers dying on the window sill
    I know we have to be out by tomorrow morning
    But am I going against my will
    Cathedral bells kept time

    © 1987 By Frank Christian

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