The Swings

The lights become rather sad
This silence instead
The claps of this clown
The laughs, the prickles and heat
Fresh blood from fresh meat
Won`t get any frown from my own

The clown would worship the girl
When he`s left alone
The distance is all
The songs he`d sing from the heart
Aborted at the start
And named as the child unborn

And so it came the swings
And thats how it came the swings