Lisa Hannigan - Send In The Clowns (feat. Faultline)

Isn't it rich, aren't we a pair
Me here at last on the ground and you in mid-air
Send in the clowns

Isn't it bliss, don't you approve
One who keeps tearing around and one who can't move
But where are the clowns send in the clowns

Just when I stopped opening doors
Finally finding the one that I wanted was yours
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines nobody there

Don't you love a farce, my fault I fear
I thought that you'd want what I want sorry my dear
But where are the clowns send in the clowns
Don't bother they're here

Isn't it rich, isn't it queer
Losing my timing this late in my career
But where are the clowns send in the clowns
Well maybe next year