(Frank Christian)      We returned to that five room flat   Now it was empty and this the last time   There were blinking pictures   Of how we'd sit and chat   Some of them are scattered   Others shattered in my mind      Chorus   It was always three flights up   Cathedral bells kept time      In the winter, a-chatterin' cold   While the building shook like ragweed in the wind   Stories from the heat pipes   We were told   But now they only leave me   With a half-enchanted grin      Chorus      Bridge   Bicycles squeezed down alley ways into view   And towels warmed on oven doors   To not freeze   Was the only thing to do      I wonder if we kept to the fair warning   'Cause I can see it in the flowers   Dyin' on the window sill   I know we must be out by tomorrow mornin'   But am I goin' 'gainst my will      Chorus   Bridge   Repeat First Verse   Chorus