13x

One enchanted evening,

As I lay on my bed,

I took two little square mirrors

And placed them end to end.

Then, just to play with the moonlight,

I raised one ninety degrees.

That s when the spokes started spinning -

Sucked my soul from it s eaves.

Thirteen times I ve sipped the wine -

Dispelled the myth of time.

Took the heat of the sacrifice

And returned to ride.

13x.

Takes it s toll on the flesh and bones,

This dimensional dance.

If curiousity s killing me -

It s got the seat of my pants.

So, if you re lookin for answers

Or just out for kicks,

Don t be a distant cousin.

You all know where I live.

I'll walk you through where the mirrors meet

To a place

We ll be free to speak.

Between the sadness of sacrifice

To the belly

Of the beast.

The seventh son of the setting sun

Lays a shroud

On all that s black and white.

The narcotic of nightmare

Pulses greyness out

In silvery sheets.