Two sisters
A brother
A friend
and a lover
A picture of past
When I could look one in the eye

Only children
But how has it shaped us
Some days I want to share
And some days I thrive alone
Some days I want to see
And other days I want to know

Wrenching songs of entwined love and hate
Pass from lips as the body dreams unconcious
Reluctant whispers of truth
And do purity, unconditional love, and happiness always prevail?
And why do secret perversions of people long dead fill my eyes with every turn
How long ago it was
When songs were untainted
So long ago it was