Third Floor by Glass Hammer Lyrics
A play in one act
I:
She moves, she moves me
In ways I can't understand but I yield to her
She is stainless as a paladin
And I'm under her command, I can feel her
All around me
She:
I feel you in my circuits but it's fleeting now you're gone
Use me and complete me then just leave me all alone
I:
She takes, she takes me
All encompassing, I stand in the heart of her
Her voice is for no one else
It takes me higher and higher
She:
I feel you in my circuits but it's fleeting now you're gone
I can elevate you but you always must move on
The Voice Of Reason:
I must protest! What of all the rest that have floors to reach?
Mademoiselle must be impartial and cater to the needs of all
Even if hearts are broken, what of that?
I will press my button now
She:
I tire of moving in place
I want to see what is beyond these walls
Confinement is death to my soul
If I could see with your eyes
Have the freedom that people have
I would only go sideways
(She imagines being in fields and pastures but realizes there is no need for elevation there.)
I:
Something, something has changed
You move for someone else
I am not your motivation
It's always the same, the metallic sheen grows dull
How will I reach the third floor now?
Does it matter?
She:
I feel you in my circuits but it's fleeting now you're gone
I must elevate you but I feel that I've moved on
The Voice Of Reason:
It's a sad tale that has played out many times
The romantic fates of those who are ambulatory
And mechanical installations are fraught with difficulty
These relationships can rarely succeed
Let us draw the curtain on the tragic tableau
I:
She moves, she moves me
In ways I can't understand but I yield to her
She is stainless as a paladin
And I'm under her command, I can feel her
All around me
She:
I feel you in my circuits but it's fleeting now you're gone
Use me and complete me then just leave me all alone
I:
She takes, she takes me
All encompassing, I stand in the heart of her
Her voice is for no one else
It takes me higher and higher
She:
I feel you in my circuits but it's fleeting now you're gone
I can elevate you but you always must move on
The Voice Of Reason:
I must protest! What of all the rest that have floors to reach?
Mademoiselle must be impartial and cater to the needs of all
Even if hearts are broken, what of that?
I will press my button now
She:
I tire of moving in place
I want to see what is beyond these walls
Confinement is death to my soul
If I could see with your eyes
Have the freedom that people have
I would only go sideways
(She imagines being in fields and pastures but realizes there is no need for elevation there.)
I:
Something, something has changed
You move for someone else
I am not your motivation
It's always the same, the metallic sheen grows dull
How will I reach the third floor now?
Does it matter?
She:
I feel you in my circuits but it's fleeting now you're gone
I must elevate you but I feel that I've moved on
The Voice Of Reason:
It's a sad tale that has played out many times
The romantic fates of those who are ambulatory
And mechanical installations are fraught with difficulty
These relationships can rarely succeed
Let us draw the curtain on the tragic tableau