Camper Van Beethoven
Sisters Of The Moon
Intense silenceAs she walked in the roomHer black robes trailingSister of the moonAnd a black widow spider makesMore sound than sheAnd black moons in those eyes of hersMade more sense to meHeavy persuasionIt was hard to breatheShe was dark at the top of the stairsAnd she called to meAnd so I followedAs friends often doI cared not for love, nor moneyI think she knewThe people, they love herAnd still they are the most cruelShe asked meBe my sister, sister of the moonSome call her sister of the moonSome say illusions are her gameWrap her in velvetDoes anyone, ah, know her nameSo we make our choicesWhen there is no choiceAnd we listen to their voicesIgnoring our own voice
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