The Elevator Prologue

Текст песни Maleah Joi Moon - The Elevator Prologue

I'm safe, and I'm suffocating
We live in Manhattan Plaza, which is cheap housing for artists
Which means almost everyone who lives here is an artist
Which means
You never know what you're gonna hear when these elevator doors open up

Yeah, that's Mr. Gordon, 32nd floor, forever on his trumpet
And, watch, its gonna open on 27
Panera sisters are always having their dance class, I swear
Like, somehow, every hour of the day
And I kinda hope it's gonna open on 17
I mean, I do always like 17

O mio babbino caro
Mi piace, è bello, bello

Yeah, I got no idea who that is or what they're saying
But, but I think they're in love
And then 9 is the poets, 8 is the painters
We got that whole string section, right on 7, 7, 6, 5 and 4

And when you hit that ground floor
Piano
Always piano