Through shades of blue
With the calculated calmness of the whore
Prowl my dreams and they're my dreams
Sense strangers violate my sanctuary
I am the harlequin
Innocence, innocence
Innocence, innocence
Ravaging your letters
Swallowed by the night
I trust you trust in me
Looking in shades of green
In spiral senseless suicidal flight
Looking in shades of green
And dissolve a crystal
As you accumulate flirtations
Resurrect the inquisition
That circle around the light
Unearth your plots
Looking in shades of green
Diamonded costume dripping shades of green
Through the silk-cut haze
A forty-watt sun
To mistrust you
And accusation's moths
I'll steal your thoughts
Through shades of blue
And the coffee stains
They char their wings
Plundering your diaries
This is innocence
In that tortured subtle manner
Set the wedding rings
And you ask me to relent
Dancing on the cold linoleum
To don the robes of Torquemada
On a courtroom drama
To the smeared mascara
Hot tears melt this icy palace
Through shades of blue
You packed your world within a suitcase
Gather till the pale kimono
Suffering your indiscreet discretions
I am the harlequin
Inflict questions within questions, within questions
