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 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 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