Lletres: Brett Anderson. Clowns.

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

(Thanks to Chaud for these lyrics)