words and music by paula mcmath

three flights of stairs like a crooked spine
running up from the ground to the the sky
the walls have burned down none to hide behind
and even the ashes can’t lie

there was sadness here
there was sadness here
three flights of stairs

three flights of stairs empty bottles of wine
rollin’ round in the closets out of sight
the work’s never done but the money’s all gone
but if you scrub hard enough it looks fine

there was loneliness here
there was loneliness here
three flights of stairs

and I shouldn’t say this it should be left unsaid
but I can’t stop the voices that formed in my head
as I climbed the stairs
to my childhood bed

three flights of stairs like a crooked spine
running up from my feet to my brain
the walls have burnt down and I left that town
and I won’t be goin’ back there again but

there’s memory there
there is memory there
three flights of stairs