You want to know how it will be Me and her, or you and me You both stand there, your long hair flowing
Your eyes alive, your mind still growing
Saying to me what can we do now that we both love you
I love you too
And I don’t really see
Why can’t we go on as three
You are afraid, embarrassed too
No one has ever said such a thing to you
Your mother’s ghost stands at your shoulders
A face like ice, a little bit colder
Saying to you, you cannot do that
It breaks all the rules, you learned in school
But I don’t really see
Why can’t we go on as three
We love each other, it’s plain to see
There’s just one answer that comes to be Sister lovers, water brothers, and in time maybe others
So you see what we can do is to try something new
If you’re crazy too
And I don’t really see
Why can’t we go on as three
I lived in a triad for over 5yr in the 80s. It was a happy laughter filled time and I miss it. It does not have to last forever to be meaningful. It was love filled and meaningful.