When we played
Our charade
We were like children
Posing
Playing at games
Acting out names
Guessing the part
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..