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