Palest pearl, pearl of greatest price poured first form, it's all you wanted But you're caught up in the rush, of lust do you really want that much trust The maze, your mind, it's curling opaline In the finest curve, there's light in all design But you're caught up in the rush, of lust do you really want that much, trust does it make you want to run, the touch? or would you watch it turn to dust, for lust?