Tom: B
Introdução:
B F# G#mE
B F# B
(play twice)
B F# G#m E
On the fourth floor of the building
B F# 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#
Her hands inside of her gloves
B F# G#m E
Plantin' seed, pullin' up weed
B F# E
The cycle of life is complete
B F# G#m E
Who would have thought it, in a city of stone
B F# B
Four floors above the street
B F# G#mE
B F# B
B F# G#m E
I cannot tell what kind of flowers they are
B F# 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#mE
B 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)
B F# G#m E
Some people don't understand why she does it
B F# E
Some people look for a reason
B F# G#m E
Maybe she just likes the feel of the soil
B G#m F#
Or, keepin' in tune with the seasons
B F# G#m E
Maybe she has so much pride in herself
B F# E
Got to keep it all visually pleasing
B F# G#m E
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# B