Four Floors Above Reality Lyrics

They found her in a closet on the twenty seventh floor

Curled up like a caterpillar who had been through a civil war

Her tear stained black mascara cheeks like an orphan laced in soot

They found her in a closet full of shoes with a swollen foot

They found her in a closet on the twenty seventh floor

Bloody towels upon the nightstand a dead husband a dead whore

Champagne cigarettes and lingerie strewn through the room

Love songs on the radio mindless popular tunes

They found her in a closet on the twenty seventh floor

Helped her to her feet and walked her slowly to the door

Void of all expression her face a charcoal grey

Vacant eyes cold white thighs and naked feet of clay

They asked her how she got there but nothing did she say

They walked her to the squad car pushed her in and drove away

They stole her few belongings took her picture pressed her thumb

Into a sponge of ink for fingerprints and kept searching for the gun

Written on the mirror in purple lipstick this they read

I was only giving CPR she was lying here half-dead

They found her on the twenty-seventh floor how can it be

That when she checked in long ago there were only twenty three

Four floors above reality

Nothing to believe in

Nothing left to see

Four floors above reality

Seems like only yesterday

There were only twenty three