Charade Songtext
von Belle Mare

Your light has died.
It hurts. I cry. It hurts. I cry.
But I never even tried
To believe
I would cause
Anything to happen
Any wild night to come All my faking for a splendid hour
Isn′t worth a night
Without
A cry for you my dear
A cry for you my dear
A cry... for you...


Saw life
Saw fine
Told myself be nice
Talked well
Talked wise
Found out
Couldn't count on a surprise,
On a chance twice,
On a charmed dice,
On a way to rain on your charade.