The Lakes of Billirubin

Princess Clementina, who wouldn't be queen,
Grew mighty bored of all the pretty boys she had seen.
So she left home and caught a bus to nowhere at all.
Holding on tight to your ticket to ride,
Burning with a fire you wanted to hide,
Princess, would you like to taste the high before the fall?

Come on down, they're saying,
To the Billirubin Lakes,
Where painted faces make you laugh
And hearts are free to ache,
Where you don't need a reason
To a rhyme you want to make.
Let us take you down again tonight.

The dashing cavalier on the foam-speckled horse
Once rescued fair damsels as a matter of course,
But he won't believe the man in the mirror anymore.
His fingers grow stony, each new day is strange,
Graying eyes spend hours staring at change.
Where will he find the key to his imaginary door?

Hey soldierman, they're calling
At the Billirubin Lakes,
Where painted faces make you laugh
And hearts are free to ache,
Where you don't need a reason
To a rhyme you need to make.
Let us take you down again tonight.

The village shoemaker in his crowded little room
Hammers a dull rhythm in the deepening gloom.
He's an honest soul, but nobody remembers his name.
Now he sits on the shores of the Billirubin Lakes
And he's hammering to keep the spirits awake.
Though he hears the spectors whisper, to him it's all the same.

It's our season for living, a season for sin,
By the roaring black waters, beneath the wild wind
You can see the blue moon rise above the hill.
And you may drink deep, and dream, and dare,
You can hear pagan laughter in the air,
And in another world mortal clocks are still.

Come on down, they're saying,
To the Billirubin Lakes,
Where painted faces make you laugh
And hearts are free to ache,
Where you don't need a reason
To a rhyme you want to make.
Let us take you down again tonight.