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 sweling goes down.
And if you're ever around, in the city or the suburbs of this town, be sure to come around,
I'll we 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.
Remember all the things you'd say, how your promises rang hollow, as you threw me to the ground, and if you're ever around in the backstreet or the alleys, of this town.
Be sure to come arround, I'll be wallowing in pity, wearing a frown, like Pierrot the clown.
When I dream, I dream your kiss, when I dream, I dream 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, the sweling 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...