Adam, Quentin Oscar, Beau, Players in the Grand Charade Peacock Feathers, Art Nouveau All the rest just tried too hard Chance your luck, take the bet Cross the line and voices warn One step further and they’ll get Pistols at dawn
Fin de Siecle See the new era rise Fin de siecle Time to open their eyes Fin de siecle See the romance reborn Fin de siecle Pistols at Dawn
Dark Romantic heed the call Hear the rites within the song Colours of the Peacock shine Only we can know it’s wrong Crash the culture, play the game Lack of style, lack of grace We are simply not the same Follow as we set the pace
Masters hang in galleries Scribes decaying on the shelf Passion rots in jealous hearts Try to see beyond yourself Antique lace and fine brocade Unrepressed, yet so refined Visions of the past replayed Self obsessed and self defined