Fourth Floor Lyrics - Singles - The Waifs

On the fourth floor of the building 

In a shallow window box 

She's digging in the soil with a silver spoon 

Her hands inside rubber gloves 

Planting seeds pulling out weeds 

The cycle of life is complete 

Who would've 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 

But the colour they add to the building so drab 

Brings a warm splash of welcome relief 

Something worthwhile for the sun to shine on 

A reason to radiate heat 

Well that small window box 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 

Every time you water the garden you also water the weeds 

A profound illustration of sin and temptation 

Four floors above the street 

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 keeping in tune with the seasons 

Maybe she has so much pride in herself 

Got to keep it all visually pleasing 

A small paradise in a world of concrete 

Four floors above the street