Three Flights Up

(Frank Christian) 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 Chorus 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 Chorus Bridge 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 Chorus Bridge Repeat First Verse Chorus