Tears of a Clown - Iron Maiden (The Book of souls)

• Composed by Adrian Smith and Steve Harris. • All alone in a crowded room He tries to force a smile The smile it beamed or so it seemed But never reached the eyes, disguise Masquerading as the funny man do they despise The false smile maketh of the man Glass empty or half full Try to make some sense or sorrows drown All looks well on the outside Underneath the solemn truth There’s something that inside has died [CHORUS] Tomorrow comes tomorrow goes But the cloud remains the same Wonder why he’s feeling