Pierrot the Clown
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
Like Pierrot the clown
Like Pierrot the clown
Like Pierrot the clown
Like 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
Like Pierrot the clown
Like Pierrot the clown
Like Pierrot the clown
Like Pierrot the clown
Credits
Writer(s): Brian Molko, Stefan Olsdal, Steven Hewitt
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