Lay down your opera glass 
On the table at your feet 
Close your stinging eyes 
And hold back a heartbeat 
Pushing pulling tides whitewash many a girl 
But never the insides of our April Pearl 

Crouched in a pantomime corner 
The rabbit’s hole appears on the ground 
It’s so easy to dive in one more time 
and fall down… 

Tumbling the stairs 
glass ball reflects the light 
Her eyes are like curtains 
That rise on opening night 
They tear and they scream at ribbons and curls 
But only we dream of our April Pearl 

Cigarette smoke in the darkness 
Like dragons all grasping for air 
It’s so sad for those who cannot be heartless 
And cry an unspoken prayer 

Another shell opened to let in the world 
How easily broken is our April Pearl? 

And you blush as [bad word] for cover 
You save [bad word] for Hamlet’s mother 
Hamlet’s mother