I loved a Triple Spiral, my maiden-mother-croneI folded my devotion into an origami roseStood at her Tiffany window, she said to look belowCould 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 and took all that they could holdA motorcade of flatbed trucks made off with quite a haulThat's when I heard someone shout,"In with the new! Out with the old!"A dusty box of lettersA rusting suit of armorA casket made of fourteen karat gold
That's the problemNo sense of timeShe is shaped just like an hourglass there laying on her side
I loved you Triple Spiral – father, son and ghostBut you left me in my darkest hour when I needed you,When I needed youNow that the dream is over I want it to be knownThat I never saw it comingThrough my little human prismHow sad it is to know I'm in control
That's the problemAn empty sky
I fill it up with everything that is missing from my lifeWhere did you come from?You fated signSpinning through the centuries expanding all the time
Three worlds at once that blend togetherThree times I cried for us but I felt better then
I loved you Triple Spiral, my maiden-mother-croneYou found me in this fallow state, my mind was off and stowedI heard your strange commotion and wished I could go homeTo live a little longerA full Indian summerLong enough to carve you into stone