Narrator
This is the beginning and the end, The rise and the fall
Our gait will begin it's saunter at the source, when the infant learns to crawl
Ahrima
Place your hand on mine
Untie your mind
O, The Scientist
Let your bloated brain balloon and float away
Ahrima
Wet the end of the thread
O The Scientist
Thimble upon your index
Ahrima & O the Scientist
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
O The Scientist
Feed the line through its eye
Ahrima
Draw it from the other side
O The Scientist
Pull the strand to satisfy
Ahrima
The need to compose
O The Scientist
The genetic map
Ahrima
The scientific gap
O The Scientist
The detailed blueprints
Ahrima
Swept away under carpets
Ahrima & O The Scientist
All we did was thread the eye
Of the silver splinter
We simply planted the seed
And nursed it through the winter
O The Scientist
The rest is up to you to do with what you'll do
Ahrima & O The Scientist
To learn and love and laugh
Until the cycle circles back
I'll just separate, weigh anchor, disengage
Divide and disappear, and see you in the mirror
Ahrima
I'm a slave to the sight
Narrator
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 pa**ion and eased his blood
And so he confessed it to her, he had fallen in love
Ahrima
A slave to your eyes