To be the prince of possessionin the gallery of contempt

Suffering your indiscrete discretionsand you ask me to relent

As you accumulate flirtationswith the calculated calmness of the whore

I am the harlequinwith diamonded costume dripping shades of green

I am the harlequinsense strangers violate my sanctuaryprowl my dreams



Plundering your diariesI'll steal your thoughts - innocence

Ravaging your lettersunearth your plots - innocence



To don the robes of torquemadato 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 senselesssuicidal flight

Pack our world within a suitcasehot 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