Triple Spiral - Bright Eyes

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

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 rusty suit of armor

A casket made of 14 karat gold

That’s the problem

No sense of time

She is shaped just like an hour glass

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

And now the dream is over

I want it to be known

I never saw it 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 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-crone

You found me in this fallow state

My mind was off and stoned

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