This is the beginning and the end   The rise and the fall   Our gait will begin its saunter at the source   When the infant learns to crawl      Place your hands 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 its 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 its 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 winter      The rest is up to you   To do with what you'll do      To learn and love and laugh   Until the cycle circle's back   I'll just separate, weigh anchor, disengage   Divide and disappear and see you in the mirror   (Oh, I'm, oh, I'm a slave to the night)      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   (A slave to your eyes)   He had fallen in love