Planet Of The Clowns

Planet Of The Clowns testo

Stare into the moonlight Silver fingers press my eyes Probing in my heart with longing
These footprints by the sea’s edge Disappearing grain by grain Lose their form but keep their substance
As the waves roar on the beach like a squadron of F16’s Ebb and flow like the better days they say this world has seen
Government by outrage Hunger camps and shanty towns Dignity and love still holding
This bluegreen ball in black space Filled with beauty even now battered and abused and lovely
And the waves roar on the beach like a squadron of F16’s Ebb and flow like the better days they say this world has seen
Each one in our own heart Desperate to know where we stand Planet of the clowns in wet shoes