I can see the turning of the key
I've been deceived by the clown inside of me
I thought that he was righteous, but he's vain
Oh, something's telling me I wear the ball and chain
My patron saint is fighting with a ghost
He's always off somewhere when I need him most
The Spanish moon is rising on the hill
But my heart is tellin' me I love you still
Come back to the town from the flaming moon
I see you in the streets, I begin to swoon
I love to see you dress before the mirror
Won't you let me in your room one time before I finally disappear?
Everybody's wearing a disguise
To hide what they've got left behind their eyes
But me, I can't cover what I am
Wherever children go, I'll follow them
I march in the parade of liberty
But as long as I love you, I'm not free
How long must I suffer such abuse?
Won't you let me see your smile before I turn you loose?
I've given up the game, I've got to leave
The treasure can't be found, it's make-believe
The pot of gold is found by men who search
Whose gods are dead and whose queens are in the church