Sisters Of The Moon - Craig Wedren, St. Vincent

Intense silence

As she walked into the room

Her black robes trailing

Sister of the moon

And a black widow spider makes

More sound than she

And a black moon’s in those eyes of hers

Made more sense to me

Heavy persuasion

Made it hard to breathe

She was dark at the top of the stairs

When she called out to me

And so I followed

As friends often do

I cared not for love nor money

And I think she knew

The people who love her

Could still be the most cruel

She asked, be my sister

Sister of the moon"

Oh, my sister of the moon

Some say illusion was a game

They wanna wrap you in velvet

Oh, does anyone know your name?