Three Spires

Hey look

The berries are

A drownin' 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 these 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 meant

The same as the day you

Cut them

Oh pointed fingers

It was nice to be reminded

That I didn't believe St

Nick

'Cause I recognized the kind hands

Of the stranger giving presents

To belong to a friend

Leavin'

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