In the winter months the trees bared a doleful breeze
You almost slipped upon that unfortunately placed ice puddle
The air could feel your eyes freeze, your heart melt and your hands numb
Rolling down the bank of your body
You traced your steps, but they’ve gone cold, lights lost in a love that no one could hold
Now you\'re just her seventh story, nothing new, nothing bold
From the seventh storey, you watched it fade
The seventh story was the one she made
Now it’s a page you can’t rewrite
Just another memory you lost to the light
She needed to ensure the highest standards of safety, cleanliness and cost-effectiveness
It was a real shame, she thought, that you don\'t meet the required standards she has:
De-icing every inch of her car\'s windscreen, wiping away the frost
All while you slipped, letting the penetrating moisture in
Letting it seep through the cracks like old oil stains, rusting all that was left
You were too dirty, too cheap
Too dirty, too cheap
For her careful plans
The seventh storey was always your escape, above the streets where the deals were made
Where shadows traded names
It was your spot, away from the neon signs
Away from the broken promises and their empty lines
But now the seventh storey\'s not yours to claim
Taken over, by what you tried to outrun
The same faces you once avoided now fill the space
Their business leaking through the cracks like the brown, murky liquid that was always spilling from the ceiling
Was it water or was it waste?
It doesn\'t matter, it all looks the same when you\'re drowning
Since she left, your life\'s been sold in the same way,
Bit by bit, piece by piece, lost in the transaction of a love game gone cheap
From the seventh storey, you watched it fade
The seventh story was the one she made
Now it’s a page you can’t rewrite
Just another memory you lost to the light
\"The top floor always felt so high, where the bright city lights blurred, and so did I
That frozen puddle where we started, cracked and dirty, where love departed
I stand there now, the air is thick with fumes and frost, but down there, it’s where we felt most lost
I take a step
Just one more slide, towards that slick, cold place where we used to adventure off
Where we used to hide
Maybe this time, I’ll let myself fall
Fall into the frozen, filthy pool
Where you began it all.\"