Muddled signs 'n artificial shadows faint anxiety shabbiness a clown comes back alone sweeps his laughs away with a tear a whirl of dry leaves weak spring scent tainted by a perfume drop dim glance unsure gait a man back to his hell stories after stories everything vanishes into a gas cloud Merging lights appair to your tired look can see Queen Sadness hugging her knight 'n taking him away... |