The mother's badge of honor rests flat against her breast
The paper boy delivers what now we must detest
And the mailbox on Broadway where I mailed you long ago
Is chained among the garbage cans 18 floors below
The tracks between the tear drops have been painted cherry red
The symbols that we dug for were buried with the dead
And we're hardly going back now though sorrow's song is sweet
As we dance along the tightrope 18 floors above the street
The narrow minded cobblestones have scarred me
The flash of ecstasy has opened wide
I'm blinded by the fortune to be living
And still the old songs linger by my side
The stories that they told us are floating out to sea
For even now nostalgia isn't what it used to be
The record doesn't skip it just plays the last note long
For the stories we're still writing 18 floors above the throng
James Downes - 18 Floors Below Lyrics
James Downes - 18 Floors Below Lyrics
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The mother's badge of honor rests flat against her breast
The paper boy delivers what now we must detest
And the mailbox on Broadway where I mailed you long ago
Is chained among the garbage cans 18 floors below
The tracks between the tear drops have been painted cherry red
The symbols that we dug for were buried with the dead
And we're hardly going back now though sorrow's song is sweet
As we dance along the tightrope 18 floors above the street
The narrow minded cobblestones have scarred me
The flash of ecstasy has opened wide
I'm blinded by the fortune to be living
And still the old songs linger by my side
The stories that they told us are floating out to sea
For even now nostalgia isn't what it used to be
The record doesn't skip it just plays the last note long
For the stories we're still writing 18 floors above the throng
The paper boy delivers what now we must detest
And the mailbox on Broadway where I mailed you long ago
Is chained among the garbage cans 18 floors below
The tracks between the tear drops have been painted cherry red
The symbols that we dug for were buried with the dead
And we're hardly going back now though sorrow's song is sweet
As we dance along the tightrope 18 floors above the street
The narrow minded cobblestones have scarred me
The flash of ecstasy has opened wide
I'm blinded by the fortune to be living
And still the old songs linger by my side
The stories that they told us are floating out to sea
For even now nostalgia isn't what it used to be
The record doesn't skip it just plays the last note long
For the stories we're still writing 18 floors above the throng
Writer: James Downes
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