Lloyd Cole & The Commotions
"Four Flights Up"


I was woken up at 4am
By your screams and anguished cries,
Your mother was singing in the bathroom,
She will never be my child,
Oh baby talks in her sleep so loud.

We're living four flights up but I swear right now it feels like underground.

Well you have absolutely no common sense,
Yes I know that's your charm,
You spend the whole day on the phone,
You say well it helps you stay calm,
You cling to my arm, yes I know that's your charm.

And when I ask you what you want,
You say "Do you mind hey crocodile?"
Well then could you give me some peace,
You say "Well, maybe for a while",
Sometimes you know you could almost be a child.

Oh must you tell me all your secrets,
When it’s hard enough to love you knowing nothing?
We’re living four flights up,
But I swear right now it feels like underground.

You are your own worst enemy,
So don't expect my sympathy,
Oh go back to your mother's house,
Snd cry your little heart out.

You can drive them back to town,
In a beat-up Grace Kelly car,
Looking like a friend of Truman Capote,
Looking exactly like you are,
Yes, yes I know that's your charm.

So don't ask me if I want you,
Only ask me if I must,
I been blown around so long,
Don't know which senses to trust,
Oh no, but I know that I must.

Oh must you tell me all your secrets,
When it’s hard enough to love you knowing nothing?
We're living four flights up,
But I swear right now it feels like underground.