To be the prince of possession in the gallery of contempt 
 Suffering your indiscreet discretions and you ask me to relent 
 As you accumulate flirtations with the calculated calmness of the [bad word] 
 I am the harlequin - 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, resurrect the inquisition 
 In that tortured subtle manner inflict questions within questions 
 Looking in shades of green through shades of blue 
 I [bad word] you [bad word] in me to [bad word] you 

Through the Silk Cut haze to the smeared mascara 
 40 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 accusations moths that circle on the light 
 Char their wings and spiral senseless suicidal flight 
 You packed your world within a suitcase, hot tears melt this icy palace 
 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