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 whore   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