Bookshopping Songtext
von Gumshoes

A castle town is a royal ground now paved
With every cobble like a little grave
Tracing the shapes of dark age battleplans

It moves to sing, but the wind can only wail
The bellringer only knows his scales
I hold his scripture in erratic hands
And every word′s an anagram


When you've found what you′re looking for
You don't speak the language anymore

And sat like statues the old chess masters say
"You should see it on a snowy day
The kids slip and faceplant like a king resigns"

Crowd's powerwalk these routes as if we know them
Far too far to make it home
High street-to-street, I read the welcome signs
I′ve lost the will to recognize

When you′ve found what you're looking for
You don′t speak the language anymore