Anders Jormin - Send in the Clowns lyrics

Isn't it rich? Are we a pair? Me here at last on the ground, you in mid-air. Where are the clowns? Isn't it bliss? Don't you approve? One who keeps tearing around, one who can't move. Where are the clowns? There ought to be clowns. Just when I'd stopped opening doors, finally knowing the one that I wanted was 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. And where are the clowns? Quick, send in the clowns. Don't bother, they're here.