Paroles
Weight has fallen on me
Like a part of the sky
And like hell getting up off the floor
Raise the blind and let the day shine
In, out with gray, into the red
Darkness turns in our Chinatown home
View of rain clouds from the window
Moving behind the pale of her face
A thousand circus mirrors
Cannot move her from
We are the real clowns
And the sun rarely shines our way
And when it does
And when it does
And when it does
And when it does
