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
