| Song | Fourth Floor |
| Artist | The Waifs |
| Album | Up All Night |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 | |
| A small paradise in a world of concrete | |
| A small paradise in a world of concrete | |
| A small paradise in a world of concrete | |
| Four floors above the street |
| 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 | |
| A small paradise in a world of concrete | |
| A small paradise in a world of concrete | |
| A small paradise in a world of concrete | |
| Four floors above the street |
| 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 | |
| A small paradise in a world of concrete | |
| A small paradise in a world of concrete | |
| A small paradise in a world of concrete | |
| Four floors above the street |