Leave me dreaming on the bed,
See you right back here tomorrow... for the next round.
Keep this scene inside your head
As the bruises turn to yellow.
The swelling goes down.
And if you're ever around
In the city or the suburbs... of this town
Be sure to come around.
I'll be wallowing in sorrow,
Wearing a frown
Like Pierrot the Clown.

– Placebo