[00:00.24]I'll stay here lying[00:01.53]on your bed. Even for the rest of[00:05.04]my days. With its side empty[00:07.95]spaced, where you once used to[00:10.29]stay. Have you ever noticed the[00:14.76]glimpses upstairs? These rooms[00:18.33]are all that matter.[00:22.56]And on the[00:22.83]walls these pictures scream and[00:25.14]ask me what I've done to seem so[00:28.14]amused by the way of having done[00:30.84]nothing today. They all have their[00:34.92]eyes covered up with paint. Their[00:38.16]room is all that matters.[00:44.13]I can[00:44.64]walk up the walls, but can't make[00:49.71]water out of wine. So I'm desperate[00:56.49]for some cold rain to wash those[00:57.51]hands of mine.[01:05.22]I'll stay here[01:06.33]listening to the crowds and hear[01:08.76]the footsteps and the shouts. But[01:11.49]it's all passing me by, tangled up[01:14.28]in my own life. Have I missed the[01:19.41]clue of your brave escape? For[01:21.93]this is what - you said - matters.[01:48.51]Some other town, some other day.[01:54.51]Another clown, coming up her way.