Greg MacPherson - The Apartments lyrics

7 stories down from where she lives Below the floor and past the voice That says that things are his Through carpets, talking, paint layered on the walls And eyes that roll like dice When she walks past them in the hall Outside her window The sun spins with the red of summertime And time moves so slow when she's stuck inside There was a night last week She saw stars from her room Over the building next door With the hydro line tower on the roof She thought about airplanes And satellites orbiting low While aspirins and drawn curtains Avoid the urge to go away From where the old couple out across the street Dancing like actors in their open windows For all the world to see Shuffling like papers for all the world to read "can't you see my dear? There's someone in that window over there..."