Текст песни Clown - Teresa Baleri

You told your son I was a clown
Now he points at me as an scary one
Because I sing sad
You made me look bad

It's true I was never an organized
Woman, with a decent purpose of life
4 chords on the guitar
Singin' bout my scars

But see, I hate to watch you breathe and loathe to see you live
Without me knowing if you still miss me
And my words
And my poetry
And my songs
And when we talked about philosophy...
I guess you wouldn't mind to grow down
And maybe going back to us as we were, as kids

Wish that you could see the look on your face
Such a boring woman empty in faith
You lost all your fun
Your soul's a dead one

If you're sad please listen to these song
It's okay to cry, it's okay to mourn
Go where you came from
Sing out your best song

But see, I hate to watch you breathe and loathe to see you live
Without me knowing if you still miss me
And my words
And my poetry
And my songs
And when we talked about philosophy...
I guess you wouldn't mind to grow down
And maybe going back to us as we were then, as kids