Adam, Quentin Oscar, Beau,
Players in the Grand Charade
Peacock Feathers, Art Nouveau
All the rest just tried too hard
Chance your luck, take the bet
Cross the line and voices warn
One step further and they’ll get
Pistols at dawn

Fin de Siecle
See the new era rise
Fin de siecle
Time to open their eyes
Fin de siecle
See the romance reborn
Fin de siecle
Pistols at Dawn

Dark Romantic heed the call
Hear the rites within the song
Colours of the Peacock shine
Only we can know it’s wrong
Crash the culture, play the game
Lack of style, lack of grace
We are simply not the same
Follow as we set the pace

Masters hang in galleries
Scribes decaying on the shelf
Passion rots in jealous hearts
Try to see beyond yourself
Antique lace and fine brocade
Unrepressed, yet so refined
Visions of the past replayed
Self obsessed and self defined

Fin De Siecle
Pistols at Dawn