Matt Costa - Painted Face lyrics

Acrobatic women dancing Dressed up horses, hands clapping Violins with beating big drums Through comic curtains he runs People laugh at his painted face His cartwheels leave people amazed Walking with the other clowns he paints his skin to face the day No one knows just what they're thinking, smiles and frowns crumble away There are two sides to a painted face One side's real and one side's fake One cup to spill and one cup to taste One life to live and one life to waste One jump to fall and one saving grace One's a brick wall and one's the road paved Fire breather, tarot reader Lion and maestro pack up and drive Over hills with icy peaks The painted boy was left behind Far behind is the painted face But one side leaves and one side waits