Fleetwood Mac – Sisters of the moon
Intense silenceAs she walked in the roomHer black robes trailingSister of the moon
And a black widow spider makesMore sound than sheAnd black moons in those eyes of hersMade more sense to me
Heavy persuasionIt was hard to breatheShe was dark at the top of the stairsAnd she called to me(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
And so I followed as friends often doI cared not for love nor moneyAnd I think she knewWell, the people, they love herAnd still they are the most cruel
She asked me, «Be my sisterSister, 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 moonSome say, illusions are her gameThey like to wrap her in velvetDoes anyone, ooh, know her name?








