(Fripp/Sinfield)
Farewell the temple master's bells
His kiosk and his black worm seed

Courtship solely of his word
With Eden guaranteed.
For now Prince Rupert's tears of glass

Make saffron sabbath eyelids bleed
Scar the sacred tablet of wax
On which the Lizards feed.


Wake your reason's hollow vote
Wear your blizzard season coat

Burn a bridge and burn a boat
Stake a Lizard by the throat.


Go Polonius or kneel
The reapers name their harvest dawn
All your tarnished devil's spoons

Will rust beneath our corn.
Now bears Prince Rupert's garden roam
Across his rain tree shaded lawn

Lizard bones become the clay-
And there a Swan is born


Wake your reasons' hollow vote
Wear your blizzard season coat
Burn a bridge and burn a boat

Stake a Lizard by the throat.

Gone soon Piepowder's moss-weed court

Round which upholstered Lizards sold
Visions to their leaden flock
Of rainbows' ends and gold.

Now tales Prince Rupert's pea@@#! brings
Of walls and trumpets thousand fold
Prophets chained for burning masks

And reels of dream unrolled...