Birth & Death are Sisters

The hardest part is to know
That you'll will always be completely alone
Locked up inside yourself
Another 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 are 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 to thee
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 to thee
Father Silence takes his children home