Antony Carle - Top Floor

To fill uneventful days
To kill my deadly boredom
I spark it up, I blaze
Until I hit rock bottom

Alone in my elevated residency
With no friend or flame
I allow occasional company
That has to leave once I came

Ain't it a selfish world
Money, sex, glory, power
Ain't it a filthy world
Blindly following the herd

On the top floor
Of my building
Got my head up in the clouds
It makes my life much easier
On the top floor
Of my building
Got my head up in the clouds
Up in the clouds

Into turbulent alleys
They race to fill their duties
For whom for what
I'm above all that

The air is thick in our condos
On AC we rely
That far up you can't open the windows
So nobody attempts to fly

Ain't it a selfish world
Money, sex, glory, power
Ain't it a filthy world
Blindly following the herd

On the top floor
Of my building
Got my head up in the clouds
It makes my life much easier
On the top floor
Of my building
Got my head up in the clouds
Up in the clouds

On the top floor
On the top floor
On the top floor
On the top floor

Written by:
Antony Carle, Ourielle Auvé

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