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)