Charade

When we played our charade
We were like children posing
Playing at games, acting out names
Guessing the parts we played

Oh, what a bill 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

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