Fifty-fifty Clown - Cocteau Twins

I feel rewarded on being so ugly, eh Oh, and you’re a lone shadow

I feel rewarded on being so ugly, eh Smile and face your wife angry

His life don’t despise what’s in eyes

He skips so as the seasons

To come as a breeze has

Again, ahead

We’ll rust, our nose dust

A fine gard with pleased and, oh its true

Hill can’t comfort the brain

He must come as he was

Again, ahead

And this is safe, flowing, love, soul and light

Motions aren’t in the shape that emotions are

Good morning myth to somebody I call in light

Motions aren’t in the shape that emotions are

And this is safe, flowing, love, soul and light

Motions aren’t in the shape that emotions are