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 whore      I am the harlequin   Diamonded costume dripping shades of green   I am the harlequin   Sense strangers violate my sanctuary   Prowl my dreams and they're my dreams      Plundering your diaries   I'll steal your thoughts   Ravaging your letters   Unearth your plots      Innocence, innocence   Innocence, innocence      To don the robes of Torquemada   Resurrect the inquisition   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      This is innocence      And accusation's moths   That circle around the light   They char their wings   In spiral senseless suicidal flight      You packed your 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   These shades of blue