This is the story of the Harlequin
A friend of mine that I know pretty well
Seems to him that no one understands
That right now he’s going through hell
Doesn’t it feel like a blessing?
To dance while the sun is rising
But for our friend right here
I Sometimes wonder if I should interfere
So, this is a Blues from above
Let’s hear it folks, it’s a Blues from above
Could it be a Blues from below?
Strange, cuz’ I never heard of a singing demon so...
First comes the hope of an inner desire
Second comes doubt consuming fire
Hope then turns real, such a joyful morning
But curiosity can turn a man upside down
Moments of confused laughter, is this the moment he’ll drown?
Chaos comes next, lurking for sorrow
But for the greater good, redemption he finds