Clown Face Songtext
von Fall in Green

Crushed into beetles′ petals, for my lips
I can feel their sun, encased in the austere lacquer
And made into a paste for laughter


Something like my father's face, romanced
With a rim of light-bulbs, and tears of his hope
Walks a well-worn script

Where Aztecs ruled, a child-hand curtseys
And a tent of insects applaud the basket
Their bloody farewell crying a smile
To the Northern rain in my heart

The glitter thrown to the wind falls to the dust of saws
Stars to ashes, heaven′s applause