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