This is the beginning and the end The rise and the fall Our gait will begin its saunter at the source When the infant learns to crawl Place your hands on mine, untie your mind Let your bloated brain balloon and float away Wet the end of the thread Thimble upon your index Set the needle on its path Bobbing up and down and past Tears and seams all turn to one With every stitch and each spool spun Feed the line through its eye Draw it from the other side Pull the strand to satisfy The need to compose The genetic map The scientific gap The detailed blueprints Swept away under carpets All we did was thread the eye Of the silver splinter We simply planted the seed And nursed it through winter The rest is up to you To do with what you'll do To learn and love and laugh Until the cycle circle's back I'll just separate, weigh anchor, disengage Divide and disappear and see you in the mirror (Oh, I'm, oh, I'm a slave to the night) O the scientist was the author and the architect The angels were his ink slingers His actors and actresses His two purest talents were Ahrima and Nidria Two destined hearts bound by the same idea The unrelenting constancy of love and hope Can rescue and restore you from any scope In her, Ahrima confided his curbing frustration His gifts had been exhausted Oh, how they'd misused them She averted his passion and eased his blood And so he confessed it to her (A slave to your eyes) He had fallen in love © FUELED BY MUSIC; THOMAS DUTTON MUSIC; WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING CORP; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com