Must’ve been born under a Harlequin Sun. The
fates and the furies laughed to see what was done to me
Spiros, Achilles, and the sisters of Destiny
Everyone on the run; until the race is won
Until this life is done – Harlequin Sun
[chorus]
Furies and Faeries and mythical beasts
Out of the closet and into the feast
Writing their history in parchment and paste
Leaving their legacy of decadent waste
Found in the path of sin at the young age of ten
Itching heart, turn or burn – Harlequin Sun
Smoking a pack of lies. Smoke getting in your eyes
Face in the mirror denies what was done
Laughing and spinning round
Mankind is falling down
Death has a ringing sound
Harlequin Sun
Copyright 2004 Donald Paul Harris