[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

Place your hand on mine
Untie your mind
Let your bloated brain balloon and float away
Wet the end of the thread
Thimble upon your index

Set the needle on it's path,
Bobbing up and down and past
Tears and seams all turn to one
With every stitch and each spool spun

Feed the line through it's eye
Draw it from the other side
Pull the strand to satisfy
The need to compose
The genetic map
The scientific gap
The detailed blueprints
Swept away under carpets

All we did was thread the eye
Of the silver splinter
We simply planted the seed
And nursed it through the winter

The rest is up to you and what you'll do

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

I'm a slave to the night

[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 passion and eased his blood
And so he confessed it to her, he had fallen in love

A slave to your eyes