Lyrics

I feel an ice age coming, and the end is near
While you're softly laughing to hide your tears
I know you've been kicked around
Dance and spin like a ragged clown singing:
La la la la la la la, where you stop I begin
La la la la la la la, we are painted harlequins

And the sun breeds anger, in the wind discontent
The rain is sadness, its coming down on my head
So let me in, before I drown
desperate and thin, like a tragic clown singing:
La la la la la la la, where I stop you begin
La la la la la la la, we are painted harlequins

There are strings that hold us, beyond our control
When they're cut down we go

And I've been as I am now
A painted grin on a patchwork clown

La la la la la la la and the story never ends
We are painted harlequins