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 hearts composing

I hear it still, I always will

Best on the bill, charade