Brett Anderson - Clowns - 2008


Take a look at us
Hate where there was lust
The trip like honey
But lust don?t mean a thing
When all we do is shout and scream

It?s almost funny
We?re like clowns
Tumbled into town now
Love is on its way down now

It?s such a lonely sound
Mouths that once exchanged
Kisses in the rain
Are full of pain now
It all seems so absurd
When every sentence and every word
Is so painful

Clowns
Tumbled into town now
Love is on its way down now
Such a lonely sound

Clowns
Faces with painted frowns now
Sat on a merry-go-round now

Such a lonely sound
Such a lonely sound
Such a lonely sound
Such a lonely sound
Such a lonely sound
Such a lonely sound
Such a lonely sound