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 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