Текст песни Balance Clown

Emily and Henry Gary, Mark and Matt Their teal fiat mounting the curb Grin with teeth at all, absurdly Bystanders mix emotions Some irate, others cheered Like Carol and Donald and David and Rhea Currently gaining the steps of a bus Emily powers the window And keys the engine stop Early morning A town in England Swift sunrise followed by Occasional blue sky Old men in mysterious conversation outside the community centre In aprons Two red umbrellas hang on a barbed wire fence The discarded remains of an unknown story Someone's rain security Lost Suspicious junkie, head bowed holy Passed out, outside the Shanghai His head bowed holy, almost to the floor With his arse still on the chair A Cherubim of contortion, a balance, clown Up to touch the pivot now