The cry of Eugene fills the air
His spirit can be found to wander
Rancid atmosphere with despair
His sense of urgency asks all

Harlequin and Columbine, speak as three
Their spirits can be found to wander
The cry of three plus two times nothing at all
Splits all times mine asunder

The cry of Margret with the golden hair
Looks down to Eugene and shoots the spell
The two in harmony, of voice and mind
Asks who, why, what, where once one of the kind

The Harlequin and the Columbine, speak as three
Their spirits can be found to wander
The cry of three plus two times nothing at all
Splits all times mine asunder

The voice of Eugene cuts through air
His [bad word] everyone to wander
The voice he speaks dispel all care
But Eugene is always there

Harlequin and Columbine, speak as three
Their spirits can be found to wander
The cry of three plus two times nothing at all
Splits all times mine asunder
Splits all times mine asunder
Splits all times mine asunder
Splits all times mine asunder