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