Waifs - Fourth Floor lyrics

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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 />

Four floors above the street<br />

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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 />

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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 />

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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 />

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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