Palladian virtue White gloves suspending time Crystal flowers pausing opulence From the plain beyond Changing tides approaching Preserve on the last chime A thousand voices bellowed all so near As the last grain dies In the garden of time Petals playing point and crime As the countess clasps you Stone hands protecting hime Harpsichord still echoes ominous Through chaotic minds Floral angst in fair view Lavish lovers now entwined Entwined together now as we Watch liberty die In the garden of time Petals playing point and crime