Cry Of Eugene - The Nice

The cry of Eugene fills the air

His spirit can be felt to wander

Rends the atmosphere with despair

His sense of urgency asks who

Harlequin and Columbine speak as three

Their spirits can be felt to wander

The cry of three plus two times nothing at all

Splits all time’s mine asunder

The cry of Margaret with the golden hair

Loves that of Eugene and soothes despair

The two in harmony of voice and mind

Asks who, why, what were once one of a kind

But Harlequin and Columbine speak as three

Their spirits can be felt to wander

The cry of three plus two times nothing at all

Splits all time’s mine asunder

The voice of Eugene cuts through air

His gaze commands everyone’s wonder

The words he speaks dispel all care

But Eugene is always there

Harlequin and Columbine speak as three

Their spirits can be felt to wander

The cry of three plus two times nothing at all

Splits all time’s mine asunder

Splits all time’s mine asunder

Splits all time’s mine asunder

Splits all time’s mine asunder