The floor trips me and I fall
The day runs slowly through my fingers as I try to get up
Accidents fools mistake for fate
Are all that I have left to live for
I pray for clarity
Or some forgotten word that means that I’m not wasting my time
Tell me what you see
Is it ghosts or just a mirror that makes you want to leave
No one wants to be the clown after midnight
No one remembers his face
I need a new car
One for a family of three
A wife and a baby with my mother’s name
I’m meant to be something more
Cause all I’ve got is a future with no memories
The smell of kerosene
I am living in the ruins of a life that has passed me by
I wish time could hold its breath
When it was enough for me to hold and to be held
No one wants to be the clown after midnight
No one remembers his face
I need a new car
One for a family of three
A wife and a baby with my mother’s name
I’m meant to be something more
Cause all I’ve got is a future with no memories
The floor trips me and I fall
I watch the flame as it burns down the match to my hand
The smell of kerosene
And it is getting much too late for me to say that it’s early