I loved a triple spiral

My maiden mother crone

I folded my devotion

To an origami rose Stood at her Tiffany 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 quite a haul And that's when I heard someone shout

In with the 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

No sense of time

She changes like an hourglass

They're playing on her 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 Oh, that's the problem

An empty sky

I fill it up with everything

That's missing from my life Oh, 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 fallow state

My mind was off and stowed 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