To be the prince of possession, in the gallery of contempt

Suffering your indiscrete discretions, and you ask me to relent

As you accumulate flirtations, with the calculated calmness of the whore

I am the harlequin, with diamonded costume dripping shades of green

I am the harlequin, sense strangers violate my sanctuary, prowl my dreams



Plundering your diaries, I'll steal your thoughts - innocence

Ravaging your letters, unearth your plots - innocence



To don the robes of Torquemada, to resurrect the Inquisition

And in that tortured subtle manner inflict questions

Within questions within questions

Looking in shades of green through shades of blue

I trust you trust in me to mistrust you

Through the silk-cut haze to the smeared mascara

A forty-watt sun on a courtroom drama



And the coffee stains gather till the pale kimono

Set the wedding rings dancing on the cold linoleum



And accusation's moths that circle around the light

Char their wings in spiral senseless, suicidal flight

Pack our world within a suitcase, hot tears melt this icy palace

And dissolve a crystal swallowed by the night

Looking in shades of green through shades of blue

Looking in shades of green through shades of blue