Lay down your opera glass On the table at your feet Close your stinging eyes And hold back a heartbeat Pushing pulling tides whitewash many a girl But never the insides of our April Pearl
Crouched in a pantomime corner The rabbit’s hole appears on the ground It’s so easy to dive in one more time and fall down…
Tumbling the stairs A glass ball reflects the light Her eyes are like curtains That rise on opening night They tear and they scream at ribbons and curls But only we dream of our April Pearl
Cigarette smoke in the darkness Like dragons all grasping for air It’s so sad for those who cannot be heartless And cry an unspoken prayer
Another shell opened to let in the world How easily broken is our April Pearl?
And you blush as we run for cover You save the rush for Hamlet’s mother Hamlet’s mother