Camper Van Beethoven - Sisters of the Moon lyrics

Intense silence As she walked in the room Her black robes trailing Sister of the moon And a black widow spider makes More sound than she And black moons in those eyes of hers Made more sense to me Heavy persuasion It was hard to breathe She was dark at the top of the stairs And she called to me And so I followed As friends often do I cared not for love, nor money I think she knew The people, they love her And still they are the most cruel She asked me Be my sister, sister of the moon Some call her sister of the moon Some say illusions are her game Wrap her in velvet Does anyone, ah, know her name So we make our choices When there is no choice And we listen to their voices Ignoring our own voice