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 gaze commands 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