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 hearts 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 and on



Sad little serenade



Song of my hearts composing



I hear it still, I always will



Best on the bill, charade