when we played our charade

we were like children posing

playing at games

acting out names

guessing the parts we played

oh, what a hit we made

we came on next to closing

best on the bill

lovers until

love left the masquerade

fate seemed to pull the strings

i turned and you were gone

while from the darkened wings

the music box played on

sad little serenade

song of my heart's composing

i hear it still

i always will

best on the bill

charade