Testo Three Flights Up - William Malick
Testo della canzone Three Flights Up (William Malick), tratta dall'album Pasión por el Pop Vol. 2
On the first floor, yeah, yeah
A young girl sittin' there reeling
There's a party on the second floor
Through the picture window you can see them all
Laughing and dancing
But in the master room where the coats are placed high
A lady sits there thinking
As she dwells on all the years she still had left to face
She wondered how she'd sell the passage and the vacant place
Then suddenly she heard the bell and the phone
It started to ring
The phone just started to ring a little bit
And she didn't know what to do
Thought she'd go make her a tea
To, you know, avoid going to pick it up
But she couldn't stop herself
She just couldn't stop herself
She had to pick the phone up, you see
My family's very poor
So I worked hard just to be a little secure
I married one, I had to
I didn't want to wed, you know
Yeah, but she got kinda, you know
You have to do the right thing when that sorta happens, you know
I was young like anyone, my blood
Ran wild all over the place, you know
I ran with the boys on the street corner
And carried my little old switchblade knife
In my back pocket
I was like anybody
I had a young daughter
Turned out she, you know, she was a failure as a wife
And no good as a mother
But she, she used to come to me and cry on my shoulder
And though I, yeah, I feel sad when I think about her
I stepped off the platform getting on the train
Looking out the window, ooh, in the cold rain
Yeah, I used to watch the buildings
When I walked down the street on my block, you know
I couldn't stop looking at 'em
Then I see other people looking at me, you know
And I used to ask myself if
If the walls and the doors and the
Plaster and the ceilings on the building
Don't speak to me from each other's feeling
Three flights up, yeah, that's the old building
Where I've been staying for the last ten years of the climb
And there are people living on every floor
And they all got their own separate little problems
But to each one, they seem rather big
Mine is just as big as anybody else's
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Writer(s): Don Mclean
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