[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

[Ahrima]
Place your hand on mine
Untie your mind

[O, The Scientist]
Let your bloated brain balloon and float away

[Ahrima]
Wet the end of the thread

[O The Scientist]
Thimble upon your index

[Ahrima & O the Scientist]
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

[O The Scientist]
Feed the line through its eye
[Ahrima]
Draw it from the other side

[O The Scientist]
Pull the strand to satisfy

[Ahrima]
The need to compose

[O The Scientist]
The genetic map

[Ahrima]
The scientific gap

[O The Scientist]
The detailed blueprints

[Ahrima]
Swept away under carpets

[Ahrima & O The Scientist]
All we did was thread the eye
Of the silver splinter
We simply planted the seed
And nursed it through winter
[O The Scientist]
The rest is up to you to do with what you'll do

[Ahrima & O The Scientist]
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

[Ahrima]
I'm a slave to the sight

[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
[Ahrima]
A slave to your eyes