Fourth Floor

Transcribed by Rob [email protected] Intro: (play twice) On the fourth floor of the building In a shallow window box She's diggin' in the soil with a silver spoon Her hands inside of her gloves Plantin' seed, pullin' up weed The cycle of life is complete Who would have thought it, in a city of stone Four floors above the street I cannot tell what kind of flowers they are I'm too far below on the street B But the colour they add to the building so drab B G#m Bring a warm splash of welcome relief Yeah it's somethin' worthwhile for the sun to shine on A reason to radiate heat Well that small window box it puts a skip in my feet Four floors below on the street For every good seed she plants in the soil There's a dozen bad waiting to grow To strangle the goodness she's trying to nurture And kill all the seed that she's sown Everytime you water the garden You also water the weeds Profound ministration(?) of sin and temptation Four floors above the street (solos) Some people don't understand why she does it Some people look for a reason Maybe she just likes the feel of the soil Or, keepin' in tune with the seasons Maybe she has so much pride in herself Got to keep it all visually pleasing Small paradise in a world of concrete Four floors above the street Small paradise in a world of concrete Small paradise in a world of concrete Small paradise in a world of concrete Four floors Ay-bove the street