"Leave me dreaming on the bed, See you right back here tomorrow, for the next round Keep that scene inside your head As the bruises turn to yellow 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 around the bay Never seen you act so shallow Or look so... brown Remember 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 Ill 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 that scene inside your head As the bruises turn to yellow 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 Like pierrot the clown... Like pierrot the clown... Like pierrot the clown... Like pierrot the clown... "
"Leave me dreaming on the bed,
ResponderEliminarSee you right back here tomorrow, for the next round
Keep that scene inside your head
As the bruises turn to yellow
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 around the bay
Never seen you act so shallow
Or look so... brown
Remember 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
Ill 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 that scene inside your head
As the bruises turn to yellow
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
Like pierrot the clown...
Like pierrot the clown...
Like pierrot the clown...
Like pierrot the clown... "