Cousins
The silent prophet seeks his inspiration after midnight
With a candle lit for comfort in the shadow of the shade
Belladonna waves a parasol beneath the window
So enchanting and inviting in the scheme that she had laid.
The lonely prophet waves to Belladonna from the window
In the hope that she will notice and may wish to know his name
But cruel Belladonna turns to face the waiting sunrise
With its promise of excitement thinking little of the game.
Shine your lantern brightly
Do not heed the darkness lightly
We must always talk politely
In the presence of the night.
Deadly nightshade, hear me calling
Shadows of the evening falling down.
The quiet prophet gathers up his papers for the fire
He alone will read the message in the words that he has burned
Belladonna tries the door to find the room is empty
And she coldly rakes the ashes for the love that she has spurned.
Shine your lantern brightly
Do not heed the darkness lightly
We must always talk politely
In the presence of the night.
Deadly nightshade, hear me calling
Shadows of the evening falling down.
Deadly nightshade, hear me calling
Shadows of the evening falling down.