The Sad Clown - The curtains are closed Her mind's in a haze She powders her doleful, pale face - Cheers of encouragement banging on her door A clarion call on the floor - Blood red on her lips and blue coloured eyes reflecting the truth of her lies - The spotlight is on It shines straight onto her head but all she can see is pitch-black - And she blinks with button eyes how she's used to do And she smiles awfully nice each time anew - The hall full and huge Applause long and loud A sad, lonely clown in the crowd - She acts and she moves She talks and she sings In thoughts she is spreading her wings - And she blinks with button eyes how she's used to do And she smiles awfully nice each time anew