From the recording Mixed Company & The Midnight Hokum
She's the first thing in the distance
Returning home from sea,
Forever by the docks there
She could never run from me
Societies and lovers,
We've all burned once or twice.
In affairs of love and paper,
That's just our price-
No one ever lost anything like you
Fire and regret of what we didn't accrue
They'll never know what I lost in you
Had the facts to feed a thousand
Or kill ten million and eight
And who could stop Caesar?
You shared Hypatia's fate.
You came to be with Demetrius,
We all know your thing for Greeks.
And Beta kept his data through your back door
But Ptolemy had your peaks.
Burn my intentions to ashes.
Push her pillars to the ground.
All reason collapses,
The era lost will never be re-found.