There were blinkin' pictures
Some of them were scattered,
others shattered on my mind
It was always three flights
of cathedral bells kept tight
In the winter of chatter and cold
Stories from the heat pipes we were told
Now they only leave me with
It was al ways three flights
of cathedral bells kept tight
Bicycles squeezed down al
And towels warmed on oven doors
It was the only thing to do
I wonder if we took to the fair warning,
I can see it in the flowers
I know we have to be out by
but am I go ing against my will?
It was always three flights
of cathedral bells kept tight
Bicycles squeezed down alley
An d towels warmed on oven doors
It was the only thing to do
I wonder if we took to the fair warning
Cause I can see it in the flowers
But am I going against my will?
It was al ways three flights up
Cathedral bells kept time
Cathedral bells kept time
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