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