[Intro - Warped Circus Organ, Haunted Piano] [Soft Snare Roll] [Spoken] See that clown? Don't stare. ... Too late. [Verse 1] You came too close To the painted smile He tipped his hat And watched you for a while A crimson ribbon Dragged across the floor One little laugh Then you heard another one behind the door White gloves folded Head tilted wrong The band kept playing like nothing had gone on You took one step back He took none at all Still somehow he looked closer than before [Pre-Chorus] HE'S GOT YOUR NAME ON THE TIP OF HIS TONGUE YOUR HEART STARTS RACING BEFORE HE'S EVEN BEGUN THE RING GOES QUIET THE LIGHTS HOLD STILL THEN THAT PAINTED GRIN GETS WIDER AGAINST YOUR WILL [Chorus] CRIMSON SMILE! LOOK AT HIM GRIN! FEEL THAT HELPLESS LITTLE FEELING CRAWLING UNDER YOUR SKIN! CRIMSON SMILE! DON'T LET HIM IN! ONE LAUGH BEHIND YOU— AND YOU KNOW HE'S THERE AGAIN! RUN THROUGH THE MIDWAY! RUN FOR THE DOOR! YOU'LL STILL HEAR THOSE FUCKING FOOTSTEPS CROSSING THE FLOOR! CRIMSON SMILE! HE'S WAITING A WHILE— BUT ONCE HE KNOWS YOUR NAME YOU DON'T FORGET THE CRIMSON SMILE! [Verse 2] He left brass dust On the velvet seat Then came the sound Of slow approaching feet A little white glove Touched your shoulder blade And every bit of courage You'd been holding started to fray You spun around Nothing there Just carnival lights and an empty chair Then somewhere underneath the orchestra's tune That same damn laugh From the opposite room [Pre-Chorus] HE'S GOT YOUR NAME ON THE TIP OF HIS TONGUE YOUR KNEES GO WEAK BEFORE THE CHASE HAS BEGUN THE RING GOES QUIET THE CROWD HOLDS STILL THEN THAT CRIMSON GRIN GETS WIDER AGAINST YOUR WILL [Chorus] CRIMSON SMILE! LOOK AT HIM GRIN! FEEL THAT HELPLESS LITTLE FEELING CRAWLING UNDER YOUR SKIN! CRIMSON SMILE! DON'T LET HIM IN! ONE LAUGH BEHIND YOU— AND YOU KNOW HE'S THERE AGAIN! RUN THROUGH THE MIDWAY! RUN FOR THE DOOR! YOU'LL STILL HEAR THOSE FUCKING FOOTSTEPS CROSSING THE FLOOR! CRIMSON SMILE! HE'S WAITING A WHILE— BUT ONCE HE KNOWS YOUR NAME YOU DON'T FORGET THE CRIMSON SMILE! [Bridge - Broken Carnival Waltz] [Spoken] The funny thing about clowns... They're supposed to want attention. This one doesn't. He doesn't chase. Doesn't shout. Doesn't even hurry. [Soft Laugh] He just keeps appearing a little closer. [Violin Screech] [Breakdown] DON'T! LOOK! BACK! WHITE GLOVES UNDER THE BIG TOP BLACK! ONE! STEP! MORE! HE'S STANDING WHERE THERE WASN'T ANYBODY BEFORE! TEETH! PAINT! THAT! GRIN! THE CIRCUS GOES QUIET WHEN HE WALKS IN! CRIMSON! FUCKING! SMILE! HE'S BEEN BEHIND YOU THE WHOLE DAMN WHILE! [Final Chorus] CRIMSON SMILE! LOOK AT HIM GRIN! FEEL THAT HELPLESS LITTLE FEELING CRAWLING UNDER YOUR SKIN! CRIMSON SMILE! YOU KNOW HIM NOW! EVERY LIGHT ON THE MIDWAY GOES DARK WHEN HE COMES AROUND! RUN THROUGH THE MIDWAY! RUN FOR THE DOOR! BUT THAT LAUGH KEEPS GETTING CLOSER THAN IT WAS BEFORE! CRIMSON SMILE! JUST WAIT A WHILE— YOU MAY LEAVE THE CIRCUS... BUT YOU WON'T LEAVE THE CRIMSON SMILE! [Outro - Piano, Distant Calliope] [Spoken] There. See? He's gone. [Pause] [Close Whisper] No I'm not.
