| 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 |
| 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 to 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 |