Clowns - Brett Anderson

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