Fleetwood Mac – Sisters of the moon
Intense silence
As she walked in the room Her black robes trailing Sister of the moonAnd a black widow spider makes
More sound than she And black moons in those eyes of hers Made more sense to meHeavy persuasion
It was hard to breathe She was dark at the top of the stairs And she called to me (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)And so I followed as friends often do
I cared not for love nor money And I think she knew Well, the people, they love her And still they are the most cruelShe asked me, «Be my sister
Sister, sister of the moon» (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)Some call her sister of the moon
Some say, illusions are her game They like to wrap her in velvet Does anyone, ooh, know her name?