We were like children posingPlaying at games, acting out namesGuessing the parts we played
Oh what a hit we madeWe came on next to closingBest on the bill, lovers untilLove left the masquerade
Fate seemed to pull the stringsI turned and you were goneWhile from the darkened wingsThe music box played on
Sad little serenadeSong of my heart's composingI hear it still, I always willBest on the billCharade