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

~ Brett Anderson

As Brett sings and harps on guitar and 'cello fills the background I listen over + over + over and shouldn't but I can't seem to help it.