i love thee, triple spiral
my maiden mother groaned
i am folded my devotion
into an origami rose
so let her tip the 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 [bad word] 
made off with quite a haul
that's when i heard someone shout
"here with the new, out with the old"
a dusty box of letters
 [bad word] suit of armor
a casket made of 14 karat gold

that's the problem
no sense of time
she changes like an hour glass
just 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
and now the dream is over
i want it to be known
i never saw [bad word] 
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

oh where'd [bad word] from
you fated sign
spinning through the centuries
expanding all the time

three worlds at one that blend together
three times i cried for us
but i felt better then

i loved you triple spiral
my maiden mother crooned
you found me in this fallow state
my mind was off and stowed
i heard your [bad word] 
and wished i could go home
to live a little longer
a folded [knee?] in the summer
long enough to carve you into stone