Placebo - Pierrot the Clown lyrics
[Placebo - Pierrot the Clown lyrics]
Leave me dreaming on the bed
See you right back here tomorrow
For the next round
Keep this scene inside your head
As the bruises turn to yellow
And the swelling goes down
And if you're ever around in the city
Or the suburbs of this town
Be sure to come around
I'll be wallowing in sorrow, wearing a frown
Like Pierrot the clown
Saw you crashing 'round the bay
Never seen you act so shallow
Or look so brown
Remembered all the things you'd say
How your promises went hollow
As you threw me to the ground
And if you're ever around in the backstreets
Or the alleys of this town
Be sure to come around
I'll be wallowing in pity, wearing a frown
Like Pierrot the clown
When I dream, I dream of your lips
When I dream, I dream of your kiss
When I dream, I dream of your fists
Your fists your fists
Leave me bleeding on the bed
See you right back here tomorrow
For the next round
Keep this scene inside your head
As the bruises turn to yellow
And the swelling goes down
And if you're ever around in the city
Or the suburbs of this town
Be sure to come around
I'll be wallowing in sorrow, wearing a frown
Like Pierrot the Clown pierrot the Clown
See you right back here tomorrow
For the next round
Keep this scene inside your head
As the bruises turn to yellow
And the swelling goes down
And if you're ever around in the city
Or the suburbs of this town
Be sure to come around
I'll be wallowing in sorrow, wearing a frown
Like Pierrot the clown
Saw you crashing 'round the bay
Never seen you act so shallow
Or look so brown
Remembered all the things you'd say
How your promises went hollow
As you threw me to the ground
And if you're ever around in the backstreets
Or the alleys of this town
Be sure to come around
I'll be wallowing in pity, wearing a frown
Like Pierrot the clown
When I dream, I dream of your lips
When I dream, I dream of your kiss
When I dream, I dream of your fists
Your fists your fists
Leave me bleeding on the bed
See you right back here tomorrow
For the next round
Keep this scene inside your head
As the bruises turn to yellow
And the swelling goes down
And if you're ever around in the city
Or the suburbs of this town
Be sure to come around
I'll be wallowing in sorrow, wearing a frown
Like Pierrot the Clown pierrot the Clown