Lyrics by Indi Riverflow

Better sprinkle a little ink on the canvas
And spread my head out on the floor
She ought to get a kick out of this
Number one hundred forty-four
When she knocks just open the door
Like a dozen dozen times before

How shall I number thee?
Let me count the ways
Phrases pop out of the strangest places
Like a foghorn in the haze
And the coffee cups keep piling up
Just like the yesterdays
Waiting for the mountain to erupt
And taking on a tint of gray

This one’s special
It’s a twelve by twelve vessel
A signature time capsule
Engine hyper-dimensional
With a triple quad transaxle
Perfectly dodecahedral

They are so numbered on Olympus
And in the Bible’s tribes
They are the labors of Hercules
And the clock of Zodiac signs
They are the conduits of signals
Entering the house of the mind