So all the colours run See what they have become A wonderful sunset - Kate Bush

Outside Gets inside Through her skin.

When you reach for a star Only angels are there And it's not very far Just a step on a stair Take a look at those clowns And the tricks that they play In the circus of life Life is bitter and gay <p> There are clowns in the night Clowns everywhere See how they run Run from despair ...

Out on the wiley, windy moors We'd roll and fall in green. You had a temper like my jealousy: Too hot, too greedy. How could you leave me, When I needed to possess you? I hated you. I loved you, too.