The hardest part is to know
That you will always be
Completely alone, locked up inside yourself
The next-hardest thing is to understand
That it is true
For your loved ones too
Birth and Death are sisters, I think
And life is when they're holding hands
And they live and they play in me
And they weep and they die with me
You hold my hand but we're so far
Hidden away in some cerebral cell
Where the space between the stars
Are even greater than
The one in the black,
Black sky
Birth and Death are sisters, I think
And life is when they are holding hands
And they live and they play in me
And they weep and they die with me
But Mother Nothing
Calls her daughters back home
And Father Silence
Takes his children home
The double helix in me
A coiling snake
A staircase of time
The history of mine
And they live and they play in me
And they weep and they die with me
But Mother Nothing
Calls her Daughters back home
And Father Silence
Takes his children home
But Mother Nothing
Calls her Daughters back home
And Father Silence takes his children home