Jester
 

Following the Harlequin
A sincere Masquerade
Following the Harlequin
Onto our own Parade

Coloured streetlights release surrogate sugar
Nicotine Slaves and a young boy brave
Plays his life on a steel-guitar string
Abandoning the Shivers

Some golden rings and a brand-named sweater
Coloured contacts 'cous they'd like her better
'Messiah, hear' The leopards cry
But their thoughts as silent kingdoms die.


(een beetje begonnen als songtext, misschien hier en daar een beetje té veel op Marillion ge-inspireerd, :bloos: )