Send in the Clowns (feat. Lisa Hannigan)

Isn't it rich, aren't we a pair?

Me here at last, on the ground, you in mid-air

Send in the clowns

Isn't it bliss, don't you approve?

One who keeps tearing around, one who can't move

Where are the clowns?

Send in the clowns

Just when I'd stopped opening doors

Finally knowing the one that I wanted is yours

Making my entrance again with my usual flair

Sure of my lines, no one is there

Don't you love farce, my fault I fear

I thought that you'd want what I want, sorry, my dear

But where are the clowns? There ought to be clowns

Quick, send in the clowns

What a surprise, who could foresee?

I come to feel about you what you felt about me

Why only now when I see that you drifted away?

What a surprise, what a cliché

Isn't it rich, isn't it queer?

Losing my timing this late in my career

And where are the clowns?

Quick, send in the clowns

Don't bother, they're here