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 always will best on the bill charade