Pierrot The Clown歌词

作词 : Placebo
作曲 : Placebo
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
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 around the bay
Never seen you act so shallow
Or look so brown
Remember all the things you say
How your promises ring 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...

Leave me bleeding on the bed
See you right back here tomorrow
For the next round
Keep this scene in your head
As the bruises turn to yellow
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

作词 : Placebo
作曲 : Placebo
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
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 around the bay
Never seen you act so shallow
Or look so brown
Remember all the things you say
How your promises ring 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...

Leave me bleeding on the bed
See you right back here tomorrow
For the next round
Keep this scene in your head
As the bruises turn to yellow
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