Harlequin - Genesis, Phil Collins, Peter Gabriel

Came the night a mist dissolved the trees

And in the broken light colours fly, fading by Pale and cold as figures fill the glade

Grey is the web they spin, on and on, and on and on Through the flame still summer lingers on Through her pictures soon shatter

All, always the same

But there appears in the shades of dawning

Though your eyes are dim

All of the pieces in the sky

There was once a harvest in this land

Reap from the turquoise sky, harlequin, harlequin

Dancing round three children fill the glade

Theirs was the laughter in the winding stream, and in between

Close your talk, the picture fades again

From the flames in the firelight

All, always the same

But there appears in the shades of dawning

Though your eyes are dim

All of the pieces in the sky

All, all is not lost

And light appears in the shade of dawning

When your eyes can see

Order the pieces, put them back, put them back