Harlequin has lost his crown Look they say a broken clown Yesterday he ruled the world Now he's crying to be heard Yesterday he called the tune Now
Harlequin melodies a trip through the night's fantasies Where baby red roses endlessly wind Their way through the meadows of mine sleepy mind Gently my
Into the trees Past meadow grounds And further away from my home Baying behind me I hear the hounds Flock's chasing to find me alone A trail of sickness
Into the trees past meadow grounds And further away from my home Baying behind me I hear the hounds Flock's chasing to find me alone A trail of sickness
Une rose a sa guitare peuplee d'accords bizarres Le blanc d'un rayon de lune jouant sur sa peau brune Un Arlequin de Tolede passe dans la nuit tiede Il
Not casting stones, I?m casting votes What 45 in playing in your head? (She wouldn?t just come clean) You take a drag, they come to hunt you Your menthol
You stuck with me, you paid me proof that you were man enough to know what to do you take the time to do it right the was nothing before before you loved
This citys dead i can smell it and im going down as its product if i dont get my hide out alive skin the soul to pay for the ride cuz the gutters give
Try to conceive what it was like to be looking back at my body from the cracks in the ceiling revealing my history to a man who made me turn away as he
I?ve spent more time planning My wake than my wedding Only to find that I won?t be attending Bride to be, hide and seek out for a future Resign me, the
Sometimes I think I've lost What used to be my cost and currency Hop scotch string skipper Just another tongue twister Resistance, resistance The gig
This is what Ive got Ive gotta make the most So ruthless resilient and reeling from all around With so little left its hard enough to breathe Much less
(Brooker / Reid) Harlequin has lost his crown Look they say a broken clown Yesterday he ruled the world Now he's crying to be heard Yesterday he called
One day she came into my life Gave me her hand and set me on fire Out of the flying-pan into the fire She broke my heart and stole my desire Is it true
Fiori falsi e sogni veri, tra gli eroi della friggitoria Schantan. Grazie, ho gia mangiato ieri, un sorriso stasera bastera. Arlecchino e gia sul filo
Came the night a mist dissolved the trees And in the broken light colours fly, fading by. Pale and cold as figures fill the glade Grey is the web they