Cash Rosanne — Three Steps Down

Three steps down below the city streets.
In our private roomthe colour all runs out.
An’ not a soundthe smoke curls in the air.
An’ I can feel a sliding peacecome over me tonight.

Dead or dancin’cross the room
The candles burn and shadows loom.
I hide below it all
Or heaven’s underground.
The clouds are fallin’ at our feet
Three steps down below the street.

So comin’ down: it’s like water after wine.
Ohcomin’ down a long hard line.
An’ I know better’s gettin’ harder all the time.
From three steps down.
From three steps down.

Instrumental break

Dead or dancin’cross the room
The candles burn and shadows loom.
I hide below it all
Or heaven’s underground.
The clouds are fallin’ at our feet
Three steps down below the street.

Three steps down below the city streets.
In our private roomthe colour all runs out.
The colour all runs out.
The colour all runs out.
The colour all runs out.