Fourth Floor

Intro:
B F# G#m E
B F# F# B
(play twice)

B             F#           G#m     E
On the fourth floor of the building
B        F#        E    E
In a shallow window box
      B              F#          G#m        E
She's diggin' in the soil with a silver spoon
    B       G#m         F#      F#
Her hands inside of her gloves
B        F#    G#m        E
Plantin' seed, pullin' up weed
    B        F#         E       E
The cycle of life is complete
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Who would have thought it, in a city of stone
B           F#        B
Four floors above the street

B F# G#m E
B F# F# B

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I cannot tell what kind of flowers they are
    B         F#         E      E
I'm too far below on the street
        B           F#          G#m        E
But the colour they add to the building so drab
        B               G#m      F#
Bring a warm splash of welcome relief
          B              F#            G#m          E
Yeah it's somethin' worthwhile for the sun to shine on
  B         F#      E
A reason to radiate heat
          B            F#            G#m        E
Well that small window box it puts a skip in my feet
B             F#         B
Four floors below on the street

B F# G#m E
B F# F# B

B         F#            G#            E
For every good seed she plants in the soil
          B         F#         E
There's a dozen bad waiting to grow
   B            F#             G#m       E
To strangle the goodness she's trying to nurture
    B            G#m             F#
And kill all the seed that she's sown
B    F#       G#m       E
Everytime you water the garden
    B    F#        E
You also water the weeds
   B          F#            G#m         E
Profound ministration(?) of sin and temptation
B           F#        B
Four floors above the street

(solos)

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Some people don't understand why she does it
B           F#          E
Some people look for a reason
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Maybe she just likes the feel of the soil
    B           G#m          F#
Or, keepin' in tune with the seasons
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Maybe she has so much pride in herself
       B           F#       E
Got to keep it all visually pleasing
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Small paradise in a world of concrete
B           F#        B
Four floors above the street
B         F#        G#m         E
Small paradise in a world of concrete
B         F#        G#m         E
Small paradise in a world of concrete
B         F#        G#m         E
Small paradise in a world of concrete
B           F#          B
Four floors Ay-bove the street

B F# F# B