The Last Angry Clown (Live)

Weeping around the corner Down on my knees, worn out Plainly my hands lay softened Bearing my heart in two I sympathize with clearness Keeping myself on float And several Chimera-creatures Reaching my eyes for fun Waving a scented candle The last ornament of joy Could I be within your fine range? Would I get through your door? Stripped from the crown of wisdom No silver tongue was spared A hidden Arcadia traitor My new sworn enemy I'm pushing, my dear, I swear I'm pushing Cringing mirror I'm pushing away, oh dear I'm pushing This fight I retreated from