Charade

When we play 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 wing
 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
 Fate seemed to pull the strings
 I turned and you were gone
 While from the darkened wing
 The music box played on
 Sad little serenade
 Song of my heart's composing
 I hear it still, guess I always will
 Best on the bill, charade