Harlequin and Columbine speak as three Their spirits can be felt to wander The cry of three plus two times nothing at all Splits all time's mine asunder The cry of Eugene fills the air His spirit can be felt to wander Rends the atmosphere with despair His sense of urgency asks who Harlequin and Columbine speak as three Their spirits can be felt to wander The cry of three plus two times nothing at all Splits all time's mine asunder The cry of Margaret with the golden hair Loves that of Eugene and soothes despair The two in harmony of voice and mind Asks who, why, what were once one of a kind Harlequin and Columbine speak as three Their spirits can be felt to wander The cry of three plus two times nothing at all Splits all time's mine asunder Harlequin and Columbine speak as three Their spirits can be felt to wander The cry of three plus two times nothing at all Splits all time's mine asunder The voice of Eugene cuts through air His gaze commands everyone to wonder The words he speaks dispel all care But Eugene is always there Harlequin and Columbine speak as three Their spirits can be felt to wander The cry of three plus two times nothing at all Splits all time's mine asunder