Sisters Of The Moon - Fleetwood Mac

Intense silence

As she walks in the room

Black moons in those eyes of hers

Sister of the Moon

The black widow spider makes

More sound than she

And the 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

She called to me

And so I followed

As friends often do

I cared not for love nor money

I think she knew

And the people love her

Filling up her room

I asked her to be my sister

Sister of the moon

Sister…

And so we make our choices

When there is no choice

We listen to their voices

Ignoring our own voice

The people who love her

Are always the most cruel

I asked her be my sister

Sister of the moon

Sister…

Sister…

Sister…

I call her sister of the moon

Some say illusions are her game

They want to wrap her in velvet robes of gloom

Does anyone know her name?

Intense silence

As she walks in the room

Her black robes trailing

Sister of the moon

And the black widow spider

Makes more sound than she

And the black moons in those eyes of hers

Made more sense to me

Heavy persuasion

It was hard to breathe

And she was dark at the top of the stairs

And she calls

And she calls

And she calls

To me…

Sister…

Sister…

Sister…