I loved a triple spiral My maiden mother crone I folded my devotion to an origami rose So out her ten feet window, she said to look below Could I see the town was burning? Could I see the broken prison? Could I see that it was time for me to go? They looted the museum, took all that they could hold A motorcade of flatbed trucks Made off with with quite a haul And that's when I heard someone shout "In with new, out with the old! " A dusty box of letters A rusty suit of armor A casket made of 14 carat gold That's the problem Your sense of time She changes like an hourgla** They're playing on the side I loved you triple spiral Father, son, and ghost But you left me in my darkest hour When I needed you, when I needed you
Now that the dream is over, I want it to be known I never saw you coming From my little human prism How sad it is to know I'm in control That's the problem, an empty sky I fill it up with everything that's missing from my life Where'd you come from, you faded sign? Spinning through the centuries Expanding all the time Three worlds at once that blend together Three times I cried for us But I felt better then... I loved you triple spiral My maiden mother crone You found me in this fallowed state My mind was off and stow I heard your strange commotion And wished I could go home To live a little longer A full indian summer Long enough to carve you into stone