The Tingle as you spin that web of lies,
Leads to a tangle that hurts the more you try.
Fighting in the bathroom,
Holding back the tears can make you blind.

Screaming at the new moon,
To swallow up the sky.
Only time can melt the ice-cream clown,
And frozen tears come rolling down...

The tingle as you first look in those eyes,
Leads to a tangle of paper chains for life.
Now,
Do you feel the same way too?

After all this time,
Could you feel the same way too?
Could you?
Only time can melt the ice-cream clown,

His frozen tears pour down.
I've had enough of paper lies,
A giant breath can blow the whole world down.

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): IAN BROUDIE