Lyrics Charade - Belle Mare

Charade

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