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.