The streets are protection Wisemen say To freeze your perfection Wisemen say
What if we could feel the power? What if we worshiped the clown?
The streets are affection And I am so naive Was this the right direction? It's absence without leave
What if we could feel the power? What if we worshiped the clown? And when we reach the darkest hour Maybe he would be around Maybe he would be around
Which way should I be going on? And is there someone looking after When will I know if I have won Will I be looking back in laughter? Don't know if I have just begun And what's my mission who's my master?
What if we could feel the power? What if we worshiped the clown? And when we reach the darkest hour Maybe he would be around
Maybe God would be around Maybe God would be around