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.