Veda Hille – Three lyrics

One, two

Three, crazy at a bus stop
Three, in a shifting bed
Three, congregated at the church of midnight madness

Three, entwined
Three, divine
Three, embrace to stave off sadness

And who are we, noisy fools
Who laugh and bend the rules
Is this a word that can be spoken?
The solace that we seek
With grasping becomes weak
We must love each other whole or broken

Three, footprints in sand
Our hearts, in three hands
Three, desires fill the air with water

Three, filling holes
Three, playing roles
Am I mother, am I daughter?

And who are we, noisy fools
Who laugh and bend the rules
Is this a word that can be spoken?
The solace that we seek
With grasping becomes weak
We must love each other whole or broken, broken, broken

Is it true, is it true?
Is it true, is it true?
Could we marry and bear children?
Is it true, is it true?
Is it true, are we true?
How many blanks are there still to fill in?

(Guitar solo)

Three, silent speak
Of hell and heaven
Three, dance with fear inside

Three, brush eyes
Three goodbyes
Three, touch caught in timeless tide

And who are we, noisy fools
Who laugh and bend the rules
Is this a word that can be spoken?
The solace that we seek
With grasping becomes weak
We must love each other whole or broken
Love each other whole or broken
Love each other whole or broken, broken, broken