I am just the painted clown
Features hidden under greased concrete
Can you see the cracks as I smile?
A colourful costume covers the scars
Nothing to see here.

Running around in circles
Falling into deep water to applause of strangers
I can hear the laughter as I drown in buckets of stardust
Another pie in the face
Can’t feel the pain.

There is one who knows my true name
They have seen my true face
Love carried us flying on the high trapeze
But when they fell, no net to catch the fall
Grief now wears a red nose