Two Storeys Lyrics

	作词 : Lucksmiths, Marty
	Downstairs it’s dark most of the time
	And it’s a mess
	The air is stale with the smell of wine
	And cigarettes
	She says she’ll clean it up sometime
	But she forgets
	She paints her nails and draws the blinds
	I draw a deeper breath
	And downstairs she says
	“I swear I’ll cut off all my hair”
	And every night’s the night before
	Alter a while
	A breakfast bowl on the bathroom floor
	A broken tile
	Red-eyed she stumbles through the door
	She doesn’t smile
	And neither do I
	And this is where I live
	But I know she’s on her own
	This is not my home
	Upstairs it’s a different story
	Every day’s like Sunday morning
	And the sun begins to shine
	There’s a tree outside my window
	Brilliant green and golden yellow
	And that happiness is mine
	I’m fine

	zuo ci : Lucksmiths, Marty
	Downstairs it' s dark most of the time
	And it' s a mess
	The air is stale with the smell of wine
	And cigarettes
	She says she' ll clean it up sometime
	But she forgets
	She paints her nails and draws the blinds
	I draw a deeper breath
	And downstairs she says
	" I swear I' ll cut off all my hair"
	And every night' s the night before
	Alter a while
	A breakfast bowl on the bathroom floor
	A broken tile
	Redeyed she stumbles through the door
	She doesn' t smile
	And neither do I
	And this is where I live
	But I know she' s on her own
	This is not my home
	Upstairs it' s a different story
	Every day' s like Sunday morning
	And the sun begins to shine
	There' s a tree outside my window
	Brilliant green and golden yellow
	And that happiness is mine
	I' m fine

	zuò cí : Lucksmiths, Marty
	Downstairs it' s dark most of the time
	And it' s a mess
	The air is stale with the smell of wine
	And cigarettes
	She says she' ll clean it up sometime
	But she forgets
	She paints her nails and draws the blinds
	I draw a deeper breath
	And downstairs she says
	" I swear I' ll cut off all my hair"
	And every night' s the night before
	Alter a while
	A breakfast bowl on the bathroom floor
	A broken tile
	Redeyed she stumbles through the door
	She doesn' t smile
	And neither do I
	And this is where I live
	But I know she' s on her own
	This is not my home
	Upstairs it' s a different story
	Every day' s like Sunday morning
	And the sun begins to shine
	There' s a tree outside my window
	Brilliant green and golden yellow
	And that happiness is mine
	I' m fine

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