Masquerade

Berlin

Pleasure Victim





The painted faces on the street

caricatures of long ago

oh they were young and oh so sweet

down beyond the boulevard

knock on doors and empty halls

and still sometimes remember

the masquerade's forever



when you see the price they paid

i'm sure you'll come and join the masquerade



the reeling figurtes pass on by

like ghosts in some forgotten play

beneath the black and empty sky

music plays and figures dance

with partners chosen by chance

and still some times remember

the masquerade's forever



they reached for tomorrow

but tomorrows, more of the same

so they reached for tomorrow

but tomorrow never came



when you hear the price they paid

i'm sure you'll come and join the masquerade



one by one and two by two

past eight by tens in shattered frames

the players try to leave the room

frantic puppets on a string

and all the while the music sings

and still sometimes remember

the masquerade's forever