We returned to that five room flat, now it was empty and this the last
time
I get the feeling from this that the building is going to be
destroyed. That she herself is going back to the apartment, or she and her
sisters are going back to an old flat that she lived in as a child.
There were blinking pictures Of how we'd sit and chat
The blinking
pictures are memories that come into her head of the time that she spent in the
apartment.
Some of them are scattered, Others shattered in my mind
The memories
are jumbles now that she is older, though some of them were purposely put away.
It was always three flights up, Cathedral bells kept time
They were
near a church that bells went off, big part of her memory.
In the winter, a-chatterin' cold while the building shook like ragweed in
the wind
This little building was cold, and the city that they are
in is cold. Teeth Chattering Cold!
Stories from the heat pipes we were told, But now they only leave me with a
half-enchanted grin
They sat around the heater, close to the heater, and
entertained themselves by telling each other stories. However, those wonderful
stories now leave her 'half-enchanted'.
Bicycles squeezed down alley ways into view
I think these weren't
their bicycles, but the bicycles of other children being ridden through alley
ways to where they could see them, but it was a different world.
And towels warmed on oven doors to not freeze was the only thing to do
I don't think this is a game as much as a way to make it through the cold
nights.
I wonder if we kept to the fair warning cuz I can see it in the flowers dyin'
on the window sill.
Even in the cold and the downtroddenness of this place,
they had flowers on the window sill.
I know we must be out by tommorow mornin' but am I going against my will
They got evicted. She didn't care.
It was always three flights up. Cathedral bells kept time.