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