When i dream, i dream if 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 inside your head, as the bruises turn to yellow, and 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.
