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 who*e 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