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

They're already home

They're already home