I loved a triple spiral 

My maiden mother crow

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 hourglass 

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 crow

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