作词 : Placebo 作曲 : Placebo Leave me dreaming on the bed See you right back here tomorrow For the next round Keep this scene inside your head As the bruises turn to yellow The swelling goes down And if you're ever around In the city or the suburbs Of this town Be sure to come around I'll be wallowing in sorrow Wearing a frown Like Pierrot the clown
Saw you crashing around the bay Never seen you act so shallow Or look so brown Remember all the things you say How your promises ring hollow As you threw me to the ground And if you're ever around In the backstreets or the alleys Of this town Be sure to come around I'll be wallowing in pity Wearing a frown Like Pierrot the clown
When I dream, I dream of your lips When I dream, I dream of your kiss When I dream, I dream of your fists Your fists...
Leave me bleeding on the bed See you right back here tomorrow For the next round Keep this scene in your head As the bruises turn to yellow The swelling goes down And if you're ever around In the city or the suburbs Of this town Be sure to come around I'll be wallowing in sorrow Wearing a frown Like Pierrot the clown Like Pierrot the clown
作词 : Placebo 作曲 : Placebo Leave me dreaming on the bed See you right back here tomorrow For the next round Keep this scene inside your head As the bruises turn to yellow The swelling goes down And if you're ever around In the city or the suburbs Of this town Be sure to come around I'll be wallowing in sorrow Wearing a frown Like Pierrot the clown
Saw you crashing around the bay Never seen you act so shallow Or look so brown Remember all the things you say How your promises ring hollow As you threw me to the ground And if you're ever around In the backstreets or the alleys Of this town Be sure to come around I'll be wallowing in pity Wearing a frown Like Pierrot the clown
When I dream, I dream of your lips When I dream, I dream of your kiss When I dream, I dream of your fists Your fists...
Leave me bleeding on the bed See you right back here tomorrow For the next round Keep this scene in your head As the bruises turn to yellow The swelling goes down And if you're ever around In the city or the suburbs Of this town Be sure to come around I'll be wallowing in sorrow Wearing a frown Like Pierrot the clown Like Pierrot the clown
