The lights become rather sad
This silence instead
The claps of this clown
The laughs, the prickles and heat
Fresh blood from fresh meat
Won't get any frown from my own
The clown would worship the girl
When he's left alone
The distance is all
The songs he'd sing from the heart
Aborted at the start
And named as the child unborn
And so it came the swings
And thats how it came the swings