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