Triple Spiral

(альбом: The People's Key - 2011)

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