Three Spires Lyrics

	作曲 : Charles, McCusker
	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.

	zuo qu : Charles, McCusker
	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.

	zuò qǔ : Charles, McCusker
	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.

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