We Held Our Places At The Table

Like A Star My Family

I Put My Crayons In The Center

And I Drew The Golden Mean

Perfect In Our Proportions

Like A Creature Of The Sea

Like The Pantheon In Italy

Fibonacci Would Have Been Pleased, With My Family



We Marked Our Places On The Doorway

In Thin Pencil As We Grew

We Were A Golden Ratio

And We Never Even Knew

We Could Never Be Divided

Like A Starfish Limb From Limb

And Even If We Lost An Arm

We'd Grow It Back Again, In My Family



Now You're Standing Here And You're Telling Me

Telling Me It's All Lost

Now You're Standing Here And You're Telling Me

Telling Me You're Already Gone



We Hold Our Places At The Table

Like A Star My Family

I Put My Compass In The Center And I Say

Are We Still Golden Or Just Mean?

Take An Apple For Example

Can't Always Tell From The Outside

But If You Split It Down The Center You're Bound To

See

These Perfect Lines, Of My Family



Cause We Can Never Be Divided

Like A Starfish Limb From Limb

And As We Spin Our Circles Wider We're Always

Coming Home Again, In My Family