Lyrics Harry Connick, Jr.

Harry Connick, Jr.

Charade

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, I always will

Best on the bill, charade