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