She had a phantom twin
All the way in Berlin
They shared each other thoughts
Which was confusing as sin
They couldn't tell what was real
It was part of the deal
Their parents worried night and day
About their ordeal
If she can't see it all at once
Show her the other half after lunch
We'll never again have this level of trust
It's not subliminal if it cries
If we can't show them two at a time
Then one of the two of us loses his mind
We're doing our best to stay thoughtful and kind
Some people don't want the help
But then her twin had died, apparent suicide
She dove off of the water tower and bounced into the tide
She had fallen in love, with the other's brother
And couldn't find him anywhere and wanted no other