Wilbur Clown

Wilbur Clown
Welcome home
You’ll calm down
In these welcome arms

The sulphur sun
It burns the hole where the stars fell from
And I’ll be sure
The sun will be the last
One left me poor so come down
To the sea
It's not love
It's not freedom
There’s no shape
There’s no feeling
There’s no reason
There’s no feeling
There’s no reason

Wilbur Clown
Ever think you’re just wasting you’re time
And I’ve spent mine
Heard them say it’s too late
It’s too late, it’s too late
For goodbyes
It’s too late to turn around
This is love
This is freedom
This is shape
This is feeling
This is reason
This is feeling
This is reason

The sulphur sun
It burns the hole where the stars fell from
And I’ll be sure
The sun will be the last
One left me poor so come down
To the sea
This is love
This is freedom
This is shape
This is feeling
This is reason
This is feeling
This is reason

Wilbur Clown
Welcome home
You’ll calm down
In these welcome arms

This is freedom
This is love
This is freedom
This is love
This is freedom
This is love

Love
Love
Love