"My maiden-mother-crone"
"Stood at her Tiffany window"
"They looted the museum and took all that they could hold"
"No sense of time
She is shaped just like an hour glass there laying on her side"
"Where did you come from?
You fated sign"
"You found me in this fallow state,
My mind was off and stowed"
"A full Indian summer"
From the digital lyric booket:
"My maiden-mother-crone" "Stood at her Tiffany window" "They looted the museum and took all that they could hold" "No sense of time She is shaped just like an hour glass there laying on her side" "Where did you come from? You fated sign" "You found me in this fallow state, My mind was off and stowed" "A full Indian summer"