Lletres: Marillion. Emerald Lies.

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