Triple Spiral

　　I loved a Triple Spiral, my maiden-mother-crone
　　I folded my devotion into 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 and took all that they could hold
　　A motorcade of flatbed trucks made off with quite a haul
　　That's when I heard someone shout,
　　"In with the new! Out with the old!"
　　A dusty box of letters
　　A rusting suit of armor
　　A casket made of fourteen karat gold
　　
　　That's the problem
　　No sense of time
　　She is shaped just like an hourglass there laying 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
　　That I never saw it coming
　　Through 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 is missing from my life
　　Where did you come from?
　　You fated 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