Charade sing and play along

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.