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

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

Remember all the things you'd say

How your promises ran 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 your lips

When I dream, I dream your kiss

When I dream, I dream your fists

Your fists, your fists

(Placebo/Meds/2006)