Clowns (Brett Anderson)

Take a look at us Hate where there was lust The trip like honey Lust don't mean a thing When all we do is shout and scream It's almost funny We're like clowns Tumbling 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 hate now It all seems so absurd When every sentence and every word Is so painful Clowns Tumbling into town now Love is on its way down now It's such a lonely sound We're just clowns Faces with painted frowns now Love is on it's way down now We are only, we are only clowns We're just clowns Tumbling into town now Sat on a merry-go-round now Such a lonely sound Clowns Faces with painted frowns now Love is on it's way down now Such a lonely sound Such a lonely sound Such a lonely sound Such a lonely sound Such a lonely sound