Triptych

It's a triptych, golden image I can't begin to explain It's a sign post and a signal And I saw it three ways And the three lives lived before us Each one with name Under heartache, all the limbs break Now I see it three ways He was there for the funeral In the days when I didn't know you Howling up to the comatome Called the dogs but they're already home It's a triptych, golden image Three faces in frames And the love that came before us Walks us to the flame He was there for the funeral In the days when I didn't know you Howling up to the comatome Called the dogs but they're already home When the lines were drawn, they walk us all alone And the faces of our love have nowhere to go From the garden I still swear I saw a rose So I turn around and face it all at once He was there for the funeral In the days when I didn't know you Howling up to the comatome Called the dogs but they're already home They're already home (call the dogs) They're already home (call the dogs) They're already home (call the dogs)