I'll stay here lying on your bed even for the rest of my days With its side empty spaced where you once used to stay Have you ever noticed the glimpses upstairs? These rooms are all that matter And on the walls these pictures scream and ask me what I've done to seem So amused by the way of having done nothing today They all have their eyes covered up with paint Their room is all that matters I can walk up the walls But can't make water out of wine So I'm desperate for some cold rain To wash those hands of mine I'll stay here listening to the crowds and hear the footsteps and the shouts But it's all pa**ing me by, tangled up in my own lie Have I missed the clue of your brave escape? For this is what you said matters Some other town Some other day Another clown Coming up her way Some other town Some other day Another clown Coming up her way