What clowns are we What clowns are we Try to pretend do we What clowns are we
What a game is love What a game is love What a game that brakes hearts We`re made to play
And where do tears go When they don`t show Where do years go We waste them so
Who counts the tears Who sees your fears Who counts the years When they disappear
What a fool I must be What a fool I must be Who thought she loved me How could I not see
What a show is it all What a show is it all Trying to hide it all What a show is it all
And who counts the years That disappear Who counts the tears Who knows your fears Where do years go We waste them so Where do tears go When they don`t show
Oh they go to work on the heart Needles and nails to make it rot And untie lovers knot They go to the heart To make it rot
How can they know If you don`t show Who can notice Where your heart is
Who will miss us When we`re all gone Who`ll remember Who we all were