To be the prince of possession in the gallery of contempt

Suffering your indiscreet discretions and you ask me to relent

As you accumulate flirtations with the calculated calmness of the whore

I am the harlequin - 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, resurrect the inquisition

In that tortured subtle manner inflict 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 40 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 accusations moths that circle on the light

Char their wings and spiral senseless suicidal flight

You packed your world within a suitcase, hot tears melt this icy palace

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