Three Spires Songtext
von Fruupp

Hey look, the berries are a-drowning in the pond
And you said it used to be a clear river
Where a friend took a bike for a swim
Two spires, another on a hill hid behind those trees
Would you believe another Sunday shop has opened
Where they pay for no return?

Ah yes, the marks are still there, a little worn perhaps
But they still look the same as the day you cut them
Oh pointed fingers
It was nice to be reminded that I didn′t believe St. Nicholas
I recognised the kind hands, a stranger giving presents
To belong to a friend


Leaving yes, I can't take you no
But this time the cross upon my neck gives me part of you
And when we return the spires will be the same
Yeah, but sadly you′ll go your way and I'll go mine

Leaving yes, I can't take you no
But this time the cross upon my neck gives me part of you
And when we return the spires will be the same
Yeah, but sadly you′ll go your way and I′ll go mine

Leaving yes, I can't take you no
But this time the cross upon my neck gives me part of you
And when we return the spires will be the same
Yeah, but sadly you′ll go your way and I'll go mine

Leaving yes, I can′t take you no
But this time the cross upon my neck gives me part of you
And when we return the spires will be the same
Yeah