Blood running down
His face is white
Somewhere a clown has left the light
Looking at the sea
With mind at ease
Being seen by his fright
Follow the sun
Wait for the hour to come
A future bright and gone
Leaning gently at her face
Holding a hand
In this longing for eternity
And hopeless love
Blood running down
His face is white
Somewhere a clown has left the light
Rest behind the ruin of fear
Silent as the darkest night
Flowing on the beach
As a feathered bird
Reaching out for some food
Leaning gently at her face
Holding a hand
In this longing for eternity
And hopeless love